Chapter 80. You Have to Understand, André

Olivia's POV

I groaned and stretched myself on the bed. I rolled to the side and noticed the large space on the bed. André was missing.

I rubbed my eyes in alarm and smoothed his side of the bed with my hands. I found myself biting my lower lip as I remembered our night of sublime lovemaking.

I couldn't remember the last time that I had felt that way with him.

I rolled over, and I could still feel my pussy tingling from the night of passion. I craved him all of a sudden.

"Where is he...?"

The bathroom door creaked open, and he stepped out. He looked just as handsome as the night before—maybe even more.

I never thought there would be a time to envy water.

The droplets slid off his muscular torso and wet the floor. He was in boxers, but I could still make out his outline.

“Fuck! Not now, Olivia!” I chided internally. Why would I think about that now?

I stopped myself and made my eyes rest on his face. His hair was in wet clum