“Good morning,” Arno murmurs, pulling me closer, the heat of our bodies and a single bedcover the only things keeping us warm in the cool morning air. “What would you like for breakfast?” he asks. I run my fingers across his bare chest, admiring the firmness of his muscles, before letting my hands slide down lower. “How about a second course of last night’s feast?” I answer playfully. He responds to my touch; I feel his arousal in my hands. “I think I have a craving for… baguettes.”( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)