I wake up the next morning, feeling an immediate sore sensation in my legs. I groan, sitting up.
What a perfect way to wake up.
I rub my legs to try and relieve the discomfort but it doesn't seem to be working. I hear my bathroom door open, the shower steam spreading throughout my room.
I see Rafe with a towel wrapped around his waist, ruffling his hair with another towel when he notices me.
"Well, good morning." He says, smiling while continuing to dry off.
I can't help but stare at his bare chest, making me blush lightly. Rafe chuckles a little, walking over to me.
"Morning, babe." I respond, forcing a smile through the pain. ——————————————————————————
He kisses my forehead, sitting down next to me. "My legs are sore.." I say, grimacing when I try to move them.
This is definitely worse than last time.
"I'm sorry, baby. Do you want me to make you a bath?" He asks, rubbing my back.
"Actually, yes. That would be helpful." I say, smiling up at him.
I take my time getting up, not caring that I'm still naked from last night.
Rafe covers his eyes, trying to be polite. "It's okay, Rafe. You've send me naked before." I laugh, he uncovers his eyes slowly.
I get in the warm water and it soothes the muscles in my legs. After I dry off, i leave the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me.——————————————————————————
I go to my dresser and pick out a pair of light blue Jean shorts, a black crop top, and a bracelet. I unwrap the towel from my body and put on my underwear and bra.
The bath helped a while, but the last time this happened, it lasted a while.
"Aren't you sore?" I ask, clipping on the back of my bra. "Not really, I think it's different because I was on the bottom." He says, buckling his belt up.
I nod, understanding his point.
He puts on a t-shirt and uses some of his cologne before putting on his silver ring.
I finish getting dressed and slip on my socks to go downstairs. Rafe leaves the bathroom, fixing his shirt a bit.
I walk over to him, "You look very attractive." I compliment him, buttoning up his shirt. ——————————————————————————
"Do I?" He asks, clearly knowing that he does. "Mhm.." I say, putting my hand on his cheek before kissing him on the lips, adding my second hand to his other cheek.
He does look good in everything.
We head downstairs for breakfast and I sit down at the kitchen counter with Sarah. "Morning!" I say, perkily.
"Morning!" She repeats back.
Rafe starts making us some toast and quickly grabs the toast once it pops out of the toaster, sliding our plates to us.
"Thanks, babe." I smile. He grins back and sits down.
"Oh god, remember that time we went to the mall and that boy hit on you?" Sarah laughs. I freeze, remembering I never told Rafe. ——————————————————————————
Did she have to bring that up when Rafe is here..
"A boy hit on you?" Rafe says, frowning.
Sarah stops laughing when she realizes that Rafe didn't know.
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