It wasn't long before the door creaked open, and Tracy was gently pushed inside.
She wore a light blue, sheer nightgown that barely concealed her radiant skin. Clutching a cute stuffed animal to her chest, she stood hesitantly at the doorway. Her eyes met John's, and though every instinct told her to run, her legs refused to move.
Her heart pounded wildly as she lowered her head, fidgeting with the toy in her hands. In a soft voice, she murmured, "Old man…"
A mischievous smile spread across John's face as he patted the bed beside him. "Come here," he commanded calmly.
Gulp!
Tracy swallowed nervously. The tone of John's voice left no room for argument. She obediently shuffled to the bed, casting a quick, nervous glance at John before diving under the covers.
John couldn't help but chuckle at her shy, innocent demeanor. He gently took the stuffed animal from her arms, lifting her chin with a teasing question, "Is this what you want?"
