The room was still, quiet now, save for the faint rhythm of their breathing, slow and steady in the aftermath of their shared love. The night, which had once seemed so heavy, had given way to something lighter, something more serene. The moon had begun its descent, casting softer, less intense light through the curtains. It was as though time had slowed, allowing them a rare and precious moment of peace.
Under the thick blanket, Neoma’s naked body was pressed against Sol’s, her head resting gently on his chest, the steady thump of his heart beneath her ear a grounding force. His arms were wrapped around her, a silent shield that protected her in the warmth of his embrace. There were no more words to be said. No more questions. Just the quiet understanding between them, as if their souls h
