Faelyn blinks against the bright morning sunlight that seeps into the chamber; now that the haze has cleared from her eyes, she becomes deeply aware of the deep ache in her bones; the rest of her body remains unmoving from heat-worn exhaustion.
How long has it been?
One day?
Two?
Three?
Perhaps even more or less, the room smells like heat, musk, and sex.
The drenched sheet entangled between their legs, Faelyn gulps at the heavier leg that cages hers, and summoning every bit of courage she possesses, she forces her gaze to him.
Momentarily, relief washes through her when she finds Amendiel to still be sound asleep. Faelyn's eyes slanted to Amendiel's neck, and a near-horrified gasp weakly escapes from her parched throat.
What did I do?!
