Juliette awoke with a false sense of security embedded in her mind from the night before. The vision of the duvet cover still crumpled from where her fingers gathered it in the midst of her orgasm had made her blush and recall details she had forgotten since she had been asleep. Imagining how he had ventured for breakfast or even to the shower, she pulled herself from the sheets to meet with him once more. However, as she brought her gaze around to these locations, she had seen evidence suggesting his absence. The tub was still full of the jasmine and milk bath she had used, leading her to drain this as she then saw the bubbles that had dripped from her body and led back out into the bedroom. Once more, she thought of the event where she was taken over his shoulder and into the bedroom and
