Sam couldn't remember when he had fallen asleep.
Nor could he recall what he had said before drifting off.
It seemed there had been no interesting conversation, nothing memorable enough.
The most vivid memory of the night was the phrase "deities maiden."
Ava didn't want to be a church's priestess; she wanted to be his only deities maiden.
What did that mean?
"Ugh... why am I sleeping on the floor..."
When Ava woke up, she found herself alone, lying on a floor mat, but covered very snugly with a blanket.
She seemed to remember something.
Like her own exaggeratedly bold actions last night, which were truly boundary-breaking.
"No way... did I really do that?!"
As the sunlight streamed through the window and hit her face, Ava began to doubt her life choices, her cheeks blushing as red as the sunset's afterglow.
