Janet was pinned beneath him, her back arching slightly against the firm, creaky bed. The rough texture made her wince in pain as it scraped against her spine. Charles, seemingly unaware, wasn't exactly gentle in his urgency.
"A-Ah... easy, that hurts..."
She bit her lip and placed a trembling palm against his chest, brows drawn tightly together.
Charles paused, her soft cry like a thread tugging at his heart. "Shh... I'll be gentle," he promised, his voice husky as he adjusted his posture, letting his body roll with hers across the thin white sheet.
The towel wrapped around her was gone—when, she wasn't even sure—and before she could react, they were already laid bare before each other.
Flustered, Janet turned her face away, her cheeks burning. Her eyes flickered downward for just a second, catching a glimpse of something that made her heart race. But before her mind could catch up, Charles had already moved again.
"Charles..."
