As night fell, Ashlynn waited pensively on her terrace. The night before, she'd set the stage for a romantic dinner with Nyrielle and the night that followed exceeded her expectations in every way imaginable.
When she thought about it, she could still feel a whisper of Nyrielle's fingers tracing along her body and the sharp touch of the vampire's fangs against her thigh. Just remembering it made her face flush red and her toes curl in memory of the pleasure that overwhelmed her mind last night.
Now, however, she wasn't certain what kind of 'normal' they would return to. Dinner on her terrace had been the norm when she was receiving lessons in sorcery from Nyrielle but they hadn't discussed resuming those lessons after she returned to the vale.
