The first light of dawn painted the border town in soft hues of pink and orange. The streets were still, the air cool and crisp. Inside a modest inn, Yara stirred, waking to the warmth of the body beside hers. She shifted slightly, trying to ignore the lingering heat of Val's proximity.
Val's voice broke the stillness, low and teasing. "Why are you so restless? Feeling the need to be tossed?"
Yara rolled her eyes, pulling the blanket over her head. "Don't flatter yourself."
His chuckle was soft but made her heart skip. "Come on, woman. We've got a long day ahead."
Reluctantly, Yara sat up, raking her fingers through her dishevelled hair. "Tell me about it, why is this bed so comfortable?"
"Maybe because I'm on it? You did spend most of the night on me." He pulled her close, burying his face in her neck, much like the night before.
