Tossing and turning in bed, Thea ran her hand over the next place and found emptiness and a cold sheet there. Her sleepy eyes opened slightly, noticing that Raphael was not there, although a neatly folded silk robe lay on a chair next to the bed, and there were rabbit fur slippers at the bottom.
She looked under the blanket-still naked, but carefully cleaned by Raphael's hands. It was nice to realize that her comfort was something special and priority for him, and it was better than lying sticky and sweaty after so much active lovemaking.
Holding the blanket in the chest area, she lowered her feet to the floor, jumping into fluffy slippers and pulled on a robe before standing up, throwing the blanket aside and tying the belt at the waist.
The soft fabric flowed pleasantly and tickled her body, devoid of all kinds of underwear.
