Damian walked into Racheal's room and shut the door quietly behind him. He wore a bathrobe, dry but slightly disheveled, his hair left untended after his shower.
Unlike the others, her room had no bedside lamp. Yet the darkness posed no obstacle. Damian saw everything clearly, including the upper half of Racheal's face peeking out from beneath the duvet, her eyes watching him shyly.
"Thank you for taking a shower first," she muttered softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
A faint smile tugged at Damian's lips.
Without waiting for his reply, she pulled the duvet aside, revealing the smooth expanse of her fair, bare skin. She tapped the space beside her gently, beckoning him closer.
Damian let the robe slip from his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor as he revealed himself fully. Racheal's gaze lingered, a soft smile forming as her eyes traced over him, watching as his body responded to her presence.
