The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the upscale apartment, casting a warm amber hue across the room. It was a sanctuary nestled in the heart of Washington, D.C., a place where Grayson and Jayden could escape the relentless demands of their lives.
The air was thick with the scent of lavender from the candle Grayson had placed on the nightstand, its gentle aroma mingling with the faint hint of Jayden's cologne that lingered in the space.
Outside, the city buzzed with life—car horns blared, pedestrians chatted, and the distant hum of traffic created a symphony of urban existence. But inside, the world seemed to slow down, if only for a moment.
Grayson stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, her reflection staring back at her with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
Her dark skin glowed under the soft lighting, and her long, thick brown curls cascaded down her back, brushing against the small of her waist. She adjusted the straps of the Savage X Fenty lingerie set she had carefully selected, the deep burgundy lace hugging her curves in all the right places.
The set was a bold choice for her—she was usually more reserved, more shy—but tonight felt different. Tonight, she wanted to be his stress relief, his escape from the pressures of being a rookie NFL quarterback for the Washington Commanders.
Her brown eyes studied her reflection, searching for any hint of doubt. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the weight of her intentions. Grayson wasn't just doing this for Jayden; she was doing it for herself too.
She wanted to feel confident, desired, seen. The past few weeks had been hard on both of them. Jayden's schedule was grueling—practices, meetings, games—and the stress was starting to show. He was quieter, more withdrawn, and Grayson knew he needed something to pull him out of his head, even if just for a little while.
