Meanwhile, back at the inn where Anaya, Rhys, and Kisha had stayed the night..
It was already noon, but Kisha didn't disturb either of them but continue allowing them to sleep. She had purposely given them space. She knew how much Anaya liked Rhys and didn't want to ruin whatever fragile happiness was blooming between them. So, she stayed away waiting for them to wake up by themselves.
Inside the dimly lit room, Rhys slowly opened his eyes. His body felt drained, his limbs heavy with exhaustion. He tried to sit up, but the vivid memories of the night before came crashing into him all at once.
The kiss.
Tearing off Anaya's clothes.
The way they'd lost control.
The way he'd claimed her. again and again without restraint.
