The sound of raindrops tapping against the windowpane echoed through the quiet, dimly lit bedroom. Darcy lay sound asleep in Ephraim's king-sized bed, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. The soft glow of a lamp on the bedside table cast a warm, comforting light around the room, illuminating the small details of the well-furnished bedroom - the framed paintings on the walls, the stacks of books on the nightstand, and the plush comforter that covered her body.
As the rain continued to rattle against the glass, the soothing sound made her half-sleep to keep listening to the sound but also to enjoy the smell of smoked incense and amber and the feel of warm skin against hers. Her body was still mushy from the love-making and her mind was at ease. This man had chased away all her nightmares and the sweet dreams floated against the surface of her mind, filling her with a feeling of spring, a season she never cared to enjoy before.
