After a while, Anna walked out of the bathroom in a loose nightgown, her hair damp and draping over her shoulders, giving off an enchanting fragrance.
"Cyrus, why don't you sleep in the guest room tonight?" Anna asked, her voice soft and shy.
Cyrus nodded, got up, and headed to the guest room. The room was simply and comfortably furnished. Cyrus lay on the bed, his thoughts a bit chaotic.
Meanwhile, Anna returned to her own room, tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. She thought about Cyrus in the next room, filled with anticipation and nervousness.
After what felt like an eternity, Anna finally mustered the courage to gently open her door and walk toward the guest room. She stood at the door, hesitated for a moment, and then softly knocked on the door.
"Cyrus, are you asleep?"
