Ray wakes up on soft, crisp sheets. She can still smell the dryer scent on them. She breathes in deeply. Slowly opening her eyes Ray takes in the room. The large fairytale bed is surrounded by beautiful furniture and the windows had long, white curtains. Jonathan is sitting on the bench against the wall by the foot of the bed. “I’m so sorry. I was listening. I just love your breath.” he drops his hands from his chin, arms dangling from his knees. He stands approaching the bed, where Ray lays in a silk teddy. It’s a soft pink with a plunging neckline and a revealing cut on the hips such that Ray’s hipbone just peaked out from the black lace accent. The feather duvet is pulled up to Ray’s waist.
Jonathan steps closer clenching and unclenching his fists. He looks like he’s fighting something. “The even rhythm of your calm, placid breaths… it reminds me how delicate you are, how in a single moment it could be taken away.” He’s at the edge of the bed now. Ray pulls herself upon her legs. Jonathan growls. He loves her in this position. Deep in his throat a rumble grows. Ray’s heart skips a beat, pulling in a gasp of air. This makes his cock twitch. A fat, juicy vein on the underside of his sex pulsed. Another visceral growl from deep in his chest. Jonathan looked down at Ray. Perhaps it was the lighting. Maybe it was seeing her out of the Gridiron uniform and in this soft, feminine teddy. But she looked different.