That night, after Helen and Emma had gone to bed, Ray and Mira were alone in the room.
The cracked eggs were no longer glowing because they had already been fed in the evening and it seemed they were now asleep.
The window was slightly open as it allowed the cool night air into the quiet room.
Mira turned to face Ray and he reached for her.
The two slowly kissed but to Ray's surprise, Mira's hand was no longer on his chest as they had always been whenever they were kissing, now it was slithering down to his bulge in his pants.
And then slowly, Mira pushed him down to lay on the bed before positioning herself above him, straddling his hips as her hands braced on his chest.
Her brown hair fell loosely around her face and her blue eyes were locked on his while her horns reflected the light of the burning candles.
Ray stared at her and his lips widened into a smirk as he asked. "Future Mrs Ashgard? What do you think you're doing?"
