365 Days
As the sun shone shyly into Oscar's room through the slightly open window blinds, the clock on the wall showed 7 am. Lisa's body felt crushed from 'exercising' with Oscar last night on the bed. The man couldn't stop, even when she begged many times.
"I'm tired..." Lisa whispered last night.
Oscar wiped the sweat off her temples with his arm, "Once again."
Sometimes, Lisa still can't understand Oscar's stamina.
She felt her waist being hugged tightly from behind. The woman blinked, trying to familiarize her eyes with the bright room. The cold air made her feel a little goosebumps.
As if knowing that Lisa was awake, Oscar kissed her bare shoulder and said, "Good morning."
Lisa turned around and hid her face in Oscar's bare chest. She took a deep breath in the man's natural scent and then exhaled from her lips. It had been a long time since she had woken up feeling this happy.