After their intimate encounter, Zephyr had carefully dried Nielle off and carried her to bed. Exhausted from the night's events, he mentioned needing some rest. Within moments, he was asleep, spooned behind her, his breath warm on her neck and his arm wrapped around her waist. Nielle dozed, feeling relaxed and content.
Partially awake, she idly stroked Zephyr's arm, contemplating the unexpectedly intense experience they'd shared. The sounds from outside, including a car door slamming, brought her back to the encounter with the red sports car and the puddle. Determined to find out who the driver was, she planned to give them a piece of her mind. The reminder of the muddy clothes on the floor prompted her to realize they wouldn't wash themselves.
Carefully extracting herself from Zephyr's
