Need

Abby woke up early the following morning feeling refreshed, free and lighter. She rolled out of Tunde's arms and laid on her side with her left hand supporting her head. She gazed at the handsome man sleeping peacefully like an angel in front of her.

She fought the urge to to kiss his beautiful lips, traced the contour of his face, and run her fingers through his silky, well groomed beard. 'This wonderfully, good looking man is mine...' she thought joyfully, '...all mine. I am lucky.'

Feeling wonderfully contented with her life right now, she stretched her muscles and yawned leisurely like a cat. She felt as if she's been exorcised of some kind of evil spirit that had been clogging her soul.

Quietly so she doesn't wake her man, she stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom to pee, brush her teeth and wash her face, then she hurried to the kitchen to make breakfast of pancakes, scrambled eggs and sausages.