334- Missing Piece Of His Heart

When Marissa woke up it was well past ten. She hardly slept this late but today seemed to be an exception. 

Her hand instinctively reached to her side, only to find an empty space beside her.

"Rafael!" Taking a sharp breath, she got up, looking around.

Where was Rafael?

Adjusting the lapels of her sleeping gown, she slid out of the bed, rubbing her eyes. As she stretched, she noticed the door to her room's gallery was slightly ajar.

With curiosity, she padded over, peeking through the opening. There on the polished wooden floor, Rafael was holding himself up in a plank position, on just one fuc*king hand. 

He was dressed in a loose pair of shorts only; beads of sweat were forming on his nake*d back. His body was so solid that Marissa wanted to go out and feel its hardness with her hands.