The crisp aroma came from the freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries of our breakfast. Aeri and I had showered together, laughing and teasing under the steamy spray, and now we were dressed, sitting at the sleek wooden dining table, digging into the breakfast we'd ordered from the hotel's kitchen.
I wore my white inner t-shirt under a black shirt, paired with black pants, while Aeri looked effortlessly stunning in a tight white t-shirt, a black shirt layered over it, and a black mini skirt that hugged her curves.
Aeri leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head, her legs extending under the table, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips.
"Aaaahhh… now I'm finally full," she said, her voice light and content, her plate empty save for a few crumbs of the buttery croissant she'd devoured, alongside scrambled eggs and fresh fruit. Her coffee mug sat half-drunk, steam curling lazily from the surface.
