The sky began to pale, changing from indigo to a faint orange. First dawn was not far away, and already the city was beginning to rouse itself for another day.
Rion was first aware of the feeling of warmth and the steady breath gently brushing against his bare chest. He opened his eyes, noting the coming light. Carefully he moved his legs, untangling Annie’s limbs from his, before he sat up.
The morning air was cool. The grass around them was wet with dew, as were they. Nearby their clothes lay in a disorderly pile where they had dropped them in their haste to consummate their passion on the fragrant lawn the night before.
He smiled and rolled his neck around his shoulders. How much sleep had they gotten? It couldn’t have been more than a cycle or two. Certainly no more than three. I
