When Rayne woke up, she was in a pile of feathers in another room and stretched out with him beside her. Looking over to her left, she looked at a sleeping Desmond and sighed at his handsome face. African American, beautiful, and so f*****g handsome it hurt. His hair was nice, soft curls that she liked playing with. His body was incredible.
The small peeks she’d taken as a young girl who’d felt the innocent crush blossoming didn’t compare to actually having him now.
Kissing his chest, she picked up her necklace somehow in her hand waking her up and as she put it on and got instantly less groggy, she watched Desmond’ ring roll close to him. Leaving it be and knowing he’d wake up soon too with it close, she walked naked to the bathroom.
Showering and washing her hair, she was wearing
