Ayla POV

Soren's expression is that of someone tired, but I can see in his eyes how much he loves me. Also, his hair is slightly messy, and he's wearing lighter clothes, so I know he's going to sleep. The atmosphere behind him is that of a bedroom.

"Soren," I called out, unable to hide the love in my voice.

We stared at each other for a few seconds, just enjoying each other's company. After all, it's been a while since we've seen each other.

"How are things?" Soren finally said, sitting down on the bed.

"Look, I said I wanted to learn about the etiquette of the place..." I...