At three in the morning, the balcony was quiet, save for the soft rustling of the leaves. The faint glow of the moonlight casted a silver hue over Iyana, lost in her thoughts, as she mindlessly braided her hair.
Vyan placed a bottle of wine on the small table, the gentle clink of glass cutting through the comfortable silence. Iyana blinked, snapping out of her fallacies.
Clad only in his oversized shirt, which draped over her curves, she eyed the wine bottle and glasses and quipped, "People usually drink before sex, you know? To set the mood and all."
Vyan chuckled lightly, settling into the chair opposite her, dressed only in his pants. "Yes, but I promised you a celebration for the end of your first day as the Commander. So, here it is."
She arched an eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Didn't you say we would celebrate first and then we would…?"
