Casaio's fingers traced lightly across Zilia's cheek, his touch lingering over the faint marks scattered along her neck and shoulders, remnants of the passion they had surrendered to the night before.
A quiet satisfaction flickered in his eyes; their love, which they had restrained for long, had finally claimed its rightful space.
Slipping from the bed, he padded into the washroom. The sound of the shower filled the silence, and as warm water cascaded over him, memories of her soft moans and the way she clung to him replayed vividly in his mind.
A smile tugged at his lips, refusing to fade even as he turned off the tap. Draping himself in a bathrobe, he brushed his teeth, the anticipation of returning to her already pulling him back toward the bedroom.
But Zilia was still fast asleep, her breathing steady, her hair spread across the pillow. Casaio paused for a moment, watching her, before deciding to let her rest undisturbed.
