I walked through the apartment just to be sure, checking all the rooms for him. Nothing could have prepared me for what I found when I opened the bedroom door. He was lying on his back, naked as the day he was born, come all over his sculpted torso. The tip of his dick was still wet and he was hard again. I was speechless as I took the rest of the room in, taking silent steps into it.
An envelope sat on the bedside table marked for Stacy. I opened it up to see what was inside. It contained a stack of photos of us together.
"Stacy," he murmured, nearly making me drop the photos, thinking I had woken him up.
"I thought you didn't want other people seeing these," I whispered, looking through the photos in my hands.
They captured the sweet, funny, heartwarming moments we shared in Europe. By the time I was ten photos in I was ready to cry and laugh from the fond memories going through my head. Not a single dirty thought went through my mind. That is until he said my name again.
