The next morning, Kyra woke up feeling the soreness in her legs and body, a reminder of the night before. She noticed that she was already clean, but Damon was nowhere to be seen. Just as she started to wonder, the door creaked open, and in walked Damon, a teasing smile on his face as he carried a breakfast tray toward her.
"Hmm... how's my little thing? How did you sleep last night?" he asked, his tone shameless and playful.
Kyra's face flushed red instantly. "Damon, you're such a bad dragon," she muttered, flustered by his teasing, but he only chuckled in response.
"Hmm... did you enjoy yourself?" he asked again, clearly amused by her embarrassment.
Kyra buried her face under the blanket, trying to hide from him. "Don't talk to me, shameless dragon," she mumbled, her voice muffled by the covers.
Damon laughed softly. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. Come on, have breakfast—you must be hungry." He placed the tray in front of her gently.
