Julian - Chapter 7
/// Julian // Chapter 7 The pleasant chill of 8 AM and the crystalline tweeting of sparrows woke Siri. She stirred, feeling her senses wake, as well. Her arm was draped around Julian, resting on his shirtless, barrel chest. She stroked the hair on his belly languidly, his warmth blooming underneath her fingertips. Breathing deeply, she smelled him- the citrus of his shampoo and deodorant, the oud and pepper of his cologne, the headiness of male pheromones. Mmm… There was such a sensual pleasure in just feeling him, holding him, registering his bulk in her arms. “A teddy bear,” Siri thought, smiling at the silliness and accuracy of that notion. Siri didn’t have much of a preference for body types- if a man had some body hair, a dick, and an Adam’s apple, she was happy. To loosely quote the Corporate Country star, TG Shepherd, she loved them “big or little or short or tall.” Siri’s ex, Andy, was tall and willowy, with long, slender legs that mesmerized her. Still, ther...