I wake up disoriented, my body aching in ways I didn't know were possible. The hazy remnants of the most intense night of my life blur the line between dreams and reality. Was it even night? The last thing I remember was pulling the curtains and turning off the lights for a midday movie. That feels like a lifetime ago.
My limbs feel heavy, my muscles deliciously sore. How was it even possible to do that so many times in one... session? The memories flicker—Zane's hands on me, his breathless laughter, the way he took care of me after, whispering sweet nothings as he cleaned me with a tenderness that didn't match the intensity of everything before.
A sharp knock pulls me from my thoughts, and the door swings open.
"Good morning, siren." Zane's voice fills the room like warm honey, smooth and confident. I blink against the sudden brightness as he flips the lights on, and there he is, just walking in naked like it's the most natural thing in the world.
