Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, caressing my face with golden warmth. I stirred awake, feeling Hayden's arm tighten possessively around my waist, drawing my bare skin flush against his heat. The clean gown that he slipped over me after buying it for me by himself—oversized and soft—skimmed my thighs, a tender remnant of his aftercare; he'd bathed me so meticulously, his fingers lingering as they erased every sticky from my body, my breasts, between my legs.
"You are awake, Your Majesty?" Hayden asked in a very soft voice.
I nodded, "I am fine, Hayden. Are you fine?"
He blushed as he looked into my eyes. "It was my first time." His voice was like a mosquito's buzzing now, hesitant and trembling, almost afraid of the silence that followed.
