The room was bathed in soft light as the early morning rays peeked through the curtains. Camilla stretched out next to Cyrus, her cheeks rested against his chest, listening to the slow and even thud of his heart. He was silent, his fingers trailing the length of her spine in idle, peaceful and gentle strokes. The air was thick with the intimacy they shared, the kind that existed even without words.

“What's going through your mind, right now?” Camilla broke the silence, her voice teasing and muffled against his chest.

“How to take you again and again, until you're unable to get off the bed.” he teased, his voice near...