It was finally Sunday, which meant you finally got some ‘me-time’. Your everything-shower was one of your favorite parts of the week. No work, no one annoying you, and Rafe was at the country club with his friends — not that he annoyed you, but this? This time was just for you.

Everything had been lined up — scrubs, razors, oils, masks, and a playlist with your favorite songs. You let your hair down from the loose bun and let your bathrobe drop.

When you stepped into the hot, steaming shower, it felt like the weight of the world washed off your shoulders. You enjoyed that shower like it was your last.

You stepped out and slipped into your bathrobe, warmth clinging to your skin. You took your time with your skincare, dried your hair until it felt silky, and finished with a face mask that left your skin glowing.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror for a moment, not a self-love moment, but a moment of peace and quiet.

And finally, you started getting dressed again — one of your favorite parts of the day, especially since you bought new lacy sets a few days ago in three different colors.

You chose the white set, and it hugged your body perfectly, accentuating every curve and making your skin glow. Standing in front of the mirror, you smiled, feeling confident, comfortable, and completely at ease in your own skin.

You hadn’t noticed he had come home earlier than usual. But then you heard the door crack open, and Rafe was there, jaw dropped, eyes wide, like he had just seen the most beautiful thing in his life.

“What?” you asked. It sounded almost innocent, but you already knew why he looked so stunned.

“You look hot, baby,” he said, not moving closer right away — instead letting his gaze roam over you, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to memorize every inch of you.

“White suits you really well,” he murmured in a low voice. He stepped closer to get a better look. “Is that new?”

You looked a bit surprised that he had actually noticed. “Yeah, I just bought it a few days ago,” you admitted, trying to sound casual, though your pulse was already racing.

He stepped closer, his eyes fixed on yours. “Did you brought more?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

You nodded. “Yes, a few more colors.”

“Can I see them? Please?” His voice was low now, his hand brushing against yours.

You nodded and led him into your dressing room, showing him the other three colors and letting him choose which one he wanted to see first.

He pointed at the dark green one, and you slipped out of the white set and into the dark green. You adjusted the straps before looking up at him again, his eyes watching you with quiet admiration — soft and intense at the same time.

“Hmm, looks good, but could I see this one?” he pointed at the navy blue one. “I thought this one would fit you perfectly.”

You laughed softly and moved into the navy blue set. Each time you turned or adjusted yourself, you felt his eyes on you and how he was stepping closer.

“This one is definitely my favorite. It looked like it was made just for you.” His eyes lingered on you, soft and intense, drinking in every detail as if committing it to memory. “You look incredible,” he whispered, his voice full of admiration.

You smirked, tilting your head. “Oh really? This is your favorite?”

He nodded, still looking at you with adoration. He placed his hand on your waist and stepped closer, fingers gliding along your body with a soft, deliberate touch.

His other hand came up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb brushed against your cheek. You tilted your head, letting him feel how you noticed every touch.

“You are perfect, {{user}},” he said, eyes intense. He stepped closer, his hand gliding along your waist. You shivered, and the world shrank to just the two of you.

His hand brushed your waist, pulling you slightly closer with a teasing grin. “Thought this was your ‘me-time’… I guess I have to join you now.” Before you could blink, he was too close to resist.