Exhaustion hits me as my eyes peel open.
I'm in an unfamiliar room, on an unfamiliar bed. The only thing I recognize is my husband, lying next to me sprawled.
We're both naked, and as I sit up, pain radiates from my hips to the in between, my body stiff.
I don't really remember what happened last night, but I do remember coming in here and showcasing our affections for one another.
It was a bit rougher than before, and bruises littered on my hips, aches running in between my legs. Slowly though, I managed to sit up, taking in the room.
It was the colors of the estate, dark blue curtains, red ribbon, and navy-blue carpeting. A small fireplace was crammed into the corner of the room, a soft fire going. The bed was big enough to hold Quill and I, but only if we were close upon one another.
