Leah woke up the next morning with a blanket covering her completely. She was sore all over and felt a pang of pain between her legs. The memories of the previous night flooded in and she turned red in embarrassment. She looks around, and realizes she was in Sath's room. Sath however was nowhere to be seen.
Clutching on to the blankets she tiptoe out of his room and rushed into her room.
After a long shower, Leah felt calmer, though the memory of the night still sent a flush creeping up her neck. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable—and yet, so good.
She emerged from her room, her hair damp and her heart still fluttering. The smell of Sath's baking filled the common room.
There he was, sitting casually at the small table, his chin resting on one hand as he watched her with a
