Third-Person Point of View
Contain mild se*ual content.
The following day, Elena woke up with a splitting headache, as Saint assumed. Fortunately, Saint had already arranged everything that could relieve her from this worst hangover even before she woke up. He had arranged all the medicine and even got a hangover soup specially prepared for her. So she could manage without much trouble.
Still, Elena was embarrassed; she couldn't look directly into Saint's eyes. Indeed she couldn't remember everything that happened last night. She vaguely remembered things, But those things were not something she could be proud of.
She remembered how she was nak*d on the bed and begging Saint to have s*x with her. She could remember touching him all over his body, even down there... She remembered Saint
