Freya lay on the bed, her body damp with sweat and the lingering essence of what had transpired. Her mind raced in a thousand directions, trying to piece together the fragments of the night.
Beside her, Logan slept, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, his breathing deep and undisturbed.
What just happened? she whispered into the stillness, clutching the bedsheet to cover her bare skin. Her lingerie lay discarded near the fireplace, a silent testament to the intimacy they had shared. Heat flooded her cheeks as she pulled the covers higher, shame and disbelief warring within her.
A low, calm voice broke the silence. “Do you not think it is time for you to return to your own room?”
Her head snapped toward him. His eyes were open now, watching her with a detachment that cut de
