Hiro woke up to the sound of lapping water and the feeling of a cool breeze on his skin. He yawned, filling his lungs and brain with oxygen as his mind reeled with memories of the previous night.
He extended his hand to his side, trying to reach for Lyria, but he found that she wasn't beside him.
He opened his eyes and saw her sitting on the edge of the rock they had made love on, her looking out at the lake. She had her back to him, her hair flowing down behind her bare back. She still had nothing on, her naked form on display for his eyes to consume.
The sky was still dark, but the first rays of dawn were beginning to paint the horizon with streaks of pink and orange.
"Lyria?" Hiro called, making her turn to face him.
"Good morning, Master," she said. "I'm glad you're awake."
Hiro sat up and stretched. He felt sore from their night of pleasure, but he was also happy and content.
