Asteria's eyes opened to the sun greeting them.
She doesn't know what day or time it is, and she just silently stared blankly at the ceiling.
The cold wind brushed past her and she pulled the blanket closer.
She huffed, feeling restless and hazy. She could hear Lod Eros's breathing as slept peacefully.
She shook her head, finding it unfair.
Eros did all the work yet here she is, feeling like her body is burning and sore all over as if she was hit by a truck ten times.
She couldn't even move her legs properly. Asteria raised her arms, seeing biting marks and hickeys trailing down.
Oh gosh. Her cheeks flushed at the sight.
Goodness. This can't be.
What more to her neck, breast, and collarbone? Surely it's full of Eros' love marks. And it is all because of him!
She breathed deeply, trying to remain calm. Why did she even let him do this?
