Aranya woke up to the aroma of a meal that had her salivating ruffling her nostrils. She smiled softly, remembering the kind of night they shared with Lorcán and slowly pulled herself up, resting her back on the bed head. He walked into the room in slow steps and when their eyes met, Lorcán winked at her and she immediately pouted her lips.
“Let’s not talk about yesterday, can we?” He sat down beside her, kissed her forehead before he took a hold of her hands.
“Why would we not? I'd love to ask whether you’ve enjoyed the...” She dramatically screamed and pulled her hands away from him, closing her ears.
“Lorcán, please.” She whined, and he chuckled before he stood on his feet.
“Fine, but it’s not a promise. Wash up, I've made breakfast already.” She waited until she made sure he was o
