The rain continued to pour outside, its steady rhythm providing a soothing background noise as Daisy and her mother lay in the large bed they shared. Helena had fallen asleep quickly, her gentle snores barely audible over the sound of raindrops against the window panes. But despite her exhaustion, Daisy found herself unable to succumb to sleep.
Her thoughts were a whirlwind, dominated by the memory of her encounter with Lord Blackthorne. She could still feel the ghost of his lips on her neck, the gentle pressure and heat they had left behind, and the sensation left a tinge of frustration. She squirmed beneath the covers, feeling an unfamiliar warmth and tingling sensation spread across her body.
