Naiyah's stomach growled for attention, waking her up from a deep sleep. She couldn't remember ever having such a restful sleep. She remembered the activities from earlier in the day with a blush and a smile. She expected to feel a soreness between her legs, and whilst there was some sensation of tenderness, it felt like a warrior's wound, a badge of honour so to speak. Naiyah laughed at her own thoughts - she felt like a soldier that had been to battle sometimes. She flung a T shirt on and went to look for Brennan. She still felt like there was a fever running through her veins, and slick was coating the tops of her inner thighs as she walked. Brennan was by the stove, making pasta with a cheese sauce and some garlic bread on the side. Perfect, a carb fest, just what I need, thought Naiya
