When Ruelle's eyelids fluttered open, she was greeted by the light that filtered through the curtains. But as the fog of sleep cleared from her mind, she felt the soreness of her body.
Memory soon rushed back like a flood and her face reddened.
One more. That was what Lucian had whispered in the dark hours and Ruelle had gone along. But one had soon blurred into two until her senses had turned into a puddled mush. She had clung tightly to his shoulders, her body trembling beneath him unable to distinguish where her own skin ended and Lucian's heat began. Eventually, exhausted to her very core and thoroughly loved, she had fallen asleep in his arms.
When she was about to shift, Ruelle felt the familiar warmth of Lucian's arm wrapped around her waist now. She realised that her skin was clean and dry. Did he clean her while she was asleep?
Before the embarrassment could fully take root, she felt him press his lips on her shoulder.
