Alive in ways that made being conscious feel dangerous, slowly fatigue crept in that was np ordinary sleepiness!
Sienna knew this feeling; it rose from the soul first, not the body like dark heaviness pulling at the roots of her awareness akin to a velvet descent as quiet door opening beneath her feet.
Her eyes opened at once and the pleasure haze shattered.
Phei felt the change immediately. His hand stopped at her cheek. "Sienna?"
She tried to sit up but sailed.
Her body gave one insulting little tremble and remained half-curled against him like an exhausted cat with goddess-level secrets.
Her voice came out sharper than intended. "Take me to my room."
Phei's expression changed, she did not need to see his face to know it. His whole body went alert. "What happened?"
"Now, Phei."
He did not ask again. That was one of the things she loved about him. Hated. Loved. Whatever.
