There is a small silence in the room, a comfortable one, as Emeliana remains snuggled up against Luca’s bare, warm body. She feels at peace with herself… She would’ve never thought her encounter with him would have ended in such a way, but honestly? She’s not complaining. He feels the same way she does, it’s not all in her head and she can’t even begin to explain how happy she is that he does, especially when she thought things were on the verge of falling apart.
Emeliana finds herself blushing as she thinks of what happened an hour ago. It’s going to be really hard now for her to look at him without remembering what he did to her, or hearing his voice without not being able to remember the things he whispered to her while they… well, you get the idea.
Emeliana slowly begins to climb out
