Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm hue across the room.
Brandon slowly woke up and turned his head to the side, expecting to see Scylla still sleeping beside him.
But the spot was empty.
The sheets were slightly rumpled, but she was gone.
Brandon sat up slowly, running a hand through his messy hair.
After the way she asked him to stay, he expected her to still be curled up against him in the bed.
He got out of bed, wrapped a towel around his waist, and walked quietly downstairs.
The villa was peaceful in the morning light.
The scent of something cooking drifted from the kitchen and Brandon followed the aroma.
He stopped at the entrance of the kitchen.
Scylla stood at the counter, wearing nothing but a simple white apron tied around her waist and the straps of the apron barely covering her full breasts from the sides.
Her thighs and ass were completely exposed, the apron doing little to hide her as she moved.
