Lorelai blinked her eyes open, but the bright morning sunlight filtering through the partially drawn curtains made her squeeze them shut again.
Gradually, as her eyes adjusted to the blinding light, she looked around and realized she was still in her bedroom.
Did I dream it all? she wondered, recalling Rhaegar's final words before she had once again succumbed to exhaustion. Every time they made love, the intensity was too much for her to bear, leaving her nearly lifeless from both pleasure and fatigue.
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but despite herself, her lips stretched into a wide smile. The lycan king had done it again—driven her to the brink of insanity with sensation. And yet, as she lay there awake, she felt alive, as though she had been reborn.
He was right... I already regret my decision. I miss him even now.
