Anya felt so peaceful.
She seemed to be floating in the sky above a meadow filled with various types of flowers. She saw a group of small children playing, running in the meadow happily.
The sound of the children's laughter made Anya sleep even more soundly.
When awakened, she found herself in the bathtub. Her back leaned on something hard but warm. Obviously it wasn't the bathtub, because it wasn't cold.
The warm water relaxed her whole body.
"What time is it?" Anya asked. Her voice still sounded hoarse because she just woke up from a long night.
"Six in the morning. You have a little fever," Aiden kissed Anya's neck gently and hugged her with both hands from behind.
Anya turned shyly and hugged Aiden, burying her face in the man's chest. Her hand slammed into Aiden's chest, even though she didn't have the strength. In a room this bright, Aiden could see her entire body very clearly. "Get your hand off me."
