Lydia was deeply immersed in the moment, reliving the sensations from four years ago. The same body warmth, the same scent — it felt as if she had been transported back to that mountaintop villa, back to the perpetually dark bedroom of four years past.
The man from four years ago, though colder than Merrick, had provided Lydia with a unique warmth during that difficult time. Only in those fleeting moments with him could Lydia forget everything.
Now, she felt the same way. Despite the heat from the alcohol, his warmth seemed even more intense.
The next day.
At four in the morning, Lydia suddenly woke from her sleep, sitting up abruptly and looking around at the unfamiliar furnishings. She remembered she was in Merrick's resting room.
Throwing off the covers, she looked at her naked body, her mind going blank. It took her a long moment to recall the events of the previous night.
