Aurel's POV
It wasn't the first time, but my body ached from last night with Mathias. Of course, he was a mighty man, and my memory of what he did was so clear.
Recalling it made my face red.
The morning was greeted with that memory. "I think we played too passionately..." I muttered.
Every expression he showed last night was still firmly imprinted in my brain. Once I was able to move, I enjoyed my tea quietly by the window.
The morning fragrance was refreshing, and the slightly cool morning air made me smile softly, thinking that my life was about to get happier and more exciting.
Geez, I'm already imagining doing that again with her. I guess I'm a pretty perverted woman, or it's because he's so good at it. Because it's not the first time I've done it, but it made such an impression
