Athena awoke to the savory aroma of roasted fish and the sweet tang of ripe fruits wafting through the air. Did he cook? Does he know how?
As her eyes fluttered open, she noticed a makeshift covering draped over the entrance of the cave, skillfully woven from bamboo and leaves.
Did he learn my weaving technique from yesterday? she thought, mildly impressed. For someone who rarely showed his hands-on skills, this was quite remarkable.
But the moment she tried to move, a sharp ache coursed through her body, making her wince. The soreness was like a stubborn reminder of the night's... activities.
He really broke me too much last night, she thought, suppressing a groan. I can barely feel my legs. Is this the life of the married?
With great effort, Athena took a deep breath and forced herself to her feet, each movement a painful reminder of the passion and chaos that had consumed them.
