Anna's eyes fluttered open, the room still cloaked in darkness. The air carried a lingering blend of passion and exhaustion, a testament to the intensity of the moments that had unfolded. Every inch of her body felt pleasantly sore, a symphony of sensations playing through her limbs like a well-mastered instrument.
The sheets, now a tangled testament to the fervor of their connection, cradled the aftermath of their shared passion. Turning to face the space where Ray had been, she found the bed empty. A brief moment of confusion tinged with a touch of amusement crossed her expression. Had she inadvertently kicked him off the bed in the throes of ecstasy? She shifted, savoring the delicious soreness that accompanied every movement, and looked to the floor, but he was nowhere to be seen.
