Aside from their rough and hurried interaction the first time, John had always been very considerate toward Grace after that.
Looking at such a strong man, he was especially gentle in these matters.
This was also why Grace had become increasingly dependent on him. If it weren't for his identity, she wouldn't have easily given up on this "bed partner."
Grace leaned against the bathroom mirror, breathing heavily.
The sound of running water filled her ears as John slowly washed his hands. Holding a towel, he carefully dried his fingers, his movements elegant and dignified.
Then, John picked her up and carried her to the balcony.
The evening breeze blew gently, with just the right temperature to cool down the heat that had built up in her body.
She was about to sit up when the man pressed her shoulders back down. Grace looked at him, confused. "What are you doing?"
