55. Jessica.

I step out of the bathroom, my heart racing in anticipation, threatening to escape my chest. My fingers tug at the hem of the translucent night-gown and lacy robe that I have on, the sexy dress doing a terrific job of hiding nothing. It's a simple set, nothing too extravagant unlike the gowns I was used to, yet I've never felt so self-conscious in my life. The soft fabric brushes against my skin, and I try to shake off the nerves that are threatening to consume me.

Pushing the door open and walking in, I notice the shift in the air as Devon gazes meet mine, his eyes slowly widening as he stares at me. I swallow, the gulp sounding like a roar in my ears as I return his stare, blood rushing to the surface of my skin. Although we'd seen each other naked so many times, I've never had the luxury to be scrtuinzed like this. For a moment, it feels as though the air has been sucked out of the room. Devon's eyes darkens slightly, and I can see a myriad of emotions flicker in them. Desire, surp