When their passionate time together was over, they leaned against each other for a few minutes, enjoying the silence.
After a moment, they summoned their clothes back, getting dressed before returning to the living room.
Index prepared some tea, and they sat together in front of a coffee table with a rich mahogany texture.
Asher leaned back on the couch, the faint clinking of the teacup in his hand breaking the silence.
He took a slow sip, letting the warm liquid settle on his tongue before swallowing.
"This is good," he said, his voice low but genuine. "Really good."
Index, sitting across from him, felt her chest swell with happiness. She clasped her hands together, watching him intently.
"I'm glad you like it," she replied, a small smile tugging at her lips.
The soft glow of the lamp lit the room in a cozy color. Steam rose from her own cup, untouched, as she remained focused on his every move.
