The next morning, Rayne woke up sore all over. Her whole body ached, and her legs felt like jelly.
"Hey there, gorgeous," said Julian from the doorway. He had just finished showering and was drying his hair with a towel.
Rayne smiled at him, stretching her arms above her head. "Good morning," she yawned, enjoying the view of his muscular upper body.
"How are you feeling? Let me take care of you today; you must be really sore," he asked, walking over to the side of the bed.
Rayne put on a brave front. "No, I'm totally fine. Let me go take a shower, and we can get to work." She moved her sore body out of the bed, but the moment she tried to stand up, her legs gave way, causing her to fall over.
Julian quickly reached out and caught her, lifting her up into his arms.
A part of him felt a little bad since he was the cause of her current state, but on the other hand, he felt a little satisfied that he had such an effect.
