Zoe Pierce and Miles Sherman were both exhausted.
She had spent the entire day in practical classes, draining her physical, mental, and spiritual power. He had been working for days on end, having only managed to get four hours of sleep.
The moment their heads hit the pillow, their noses were once again filled with the scent of their intermingled pheromones.
The scent filled their senses, no longer an aphrodisiac, but a steady, soothing fragrance that put them completely at ease.
The woman in his arms now had her eyes peacefully closed, her forehead resting against his chest.
Hearing Zoe's steady breathing, Miles gradually closed his eyes as well.
The night passed without a dream.
The next day, they both enjoyed a rare chance to sleep in.
Zoe woke up once during the night. Her mind still groggy, she remembered she had no classes that morning and snuggled back into Miles's arms.
But now she wasn't sleepy anymore.
