Drake's POV:
As the first light of dawn filtered through the window, I knew that Leila's heat had finally passed. The night had been a storm of emotions, desires, and revelations, but now, there was a sense of calm. Leila was resting peacefully, her body finally at ease, and I knew she needed time to recover. I quietly slipped out of bed, not wanting to disturb her. I decided to make breakfast, a small gesture of care in the midst of all the chaos. I kept it simple, just some toast and eggs, something that would be easy on her stomach after everything she had been through.
