IN HER SKIN: Different Stories. Endless Lust
And eventually, they did fuck, but that's getting ahead of the story.
Once she was inside his apartment, she was taken aback. It was large and spacious, with no doors in sight. The air smelled of books, which were piled everywhere. There was a bar off to the side, a kitchen under a large window, and stairs that led to a rooftop. “Wow,” she said, dropping her bag.
“Thanks. Want some coffee, water, or a drink?"
“I'm cool with anything, thanks,” she replied, her eyes scanning the room. She walked toward a large queen-sized bed, where a book titled Where the Rivers Flow lay open.