I felt stiff and sore all over as I slowly woke to the sound of talking and a door closing, and when I opened my eyes to the dark room, I saw Derick dressed in long pants and walking back over to me holding two trays.
"Morning," I smiled shyly as I remembered last night.
"Actually, it's afternoon," He corrected and placed one tray on the bedside table.
"Afternoon?" I gasped and sat up, but the sudden movement made me cringe in pain.
"Are you okay?" He asked as he placed his own tray on his bedside table and climbed onto the bed.
I blushed as I leaned against the headboard, and nodded. "I'm alright, just a slight discomfort, but I can feel myself healing."
"Good," He kissed my cheek and picked up his tray again, "As it was your first time, the healing will take a little longer, but it
