The glass chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceiling, the soft and spacious noble bed, within the Regent's private bedroom, scattered clothes lay strewn across the carpet, silently testifying to last night's romance.
Astrid and Lyra nestled closely together. Compared directly to their usual nightgowns, they could now feel each other's softness and warmth, without any barrier, so close it feels as if their hearts were pressed together, resonating in similar frequencies.
And the very next moment Lyra realized this, her face involuntarily flushed red.
Last night's events, almost absurd in their intensity, replayed in her mind, the breathtakingly intimate scenes, the low, gentle moans and whispers, all resemble a splendid midsummer night's dream.
She and Astrid... had truly crossed that threshold...
