I woke up feeling unusually relaxed. For the past two days, I hadn't gone to work, and Raymond had been incredibly attentive, almost excessively so. He even chose to work from his home office instead of going out, just so he could keep an eye on me. I was deeply appreciative of that, more than I let on.
As I lay there, half-buried under the soft covers, memories of his arms around me, the lazy cuddling, the light kisses pressed against my forehead and lips replayed in my mind. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I buried my face into the pillow, blushing furiously like a teenager in love.
It had been more than a month since Raymond and I signed that contract. By now, I should have been more proactive, more confident in whatever arrangement this was. In that one month, we had been intimate no fewer than three times, each encounter leaving me breathless and confused in equal measure.
