The next morning, all Serena could feel was excruciating pain. She hissed as she tried to climb out of bed before realizing, a little bit too late, that she was still restrained to the bed. She tugged on the restraints to no avail and scanned the room, hoping Johnathon wasn't about to leave her lying there all day. But she could hear the sound of running water in the bathroom and surmised Johnathon was having a shower. She had no choice but to lie there patiently, waiting for him to come back into the bedroom. It seemed to take a lifetime, while she lay there, her side throbbing and bruised, until she heard the distinctive creak of the bathroom door and Johnathon appeared, clad in nothing but a towel that was wrapped around his waist.
He rushed to her side, seeing she was awake, even as
