As soon as Beth opened her eyes the next day, she smiled. She woke up tired and free-minded, but greatly satiated. The morning sun shone down on the mansion through the windows, illuminating the room. Her body hummed as she stretched to relieve herself of the vibrations of her nerves, an aftermath of the previous night's activities. Charles had exhausted her greatly and she was quite sure he did not feel any guilt whatsoever. Of course, he would feel no guilt.
Her eyes searched about the room. Where was he? Where had he gone to? Was she alone in the room?
She turned, bringing the covers higher up her body as her smile became sheepish. There was nothing in particular to smile at, and when she chuckled, there was no humour. Her cheeks turned pink as her thoughts revisited the events of the previous night.
