Tempest still felt as if she were floating on cloud nine.
After her adventure in the bathroom trying to get all of the remaining evidence of her lovemaking session with Dron out of her body, she took a long shower and let the steam of the water soothe her wonderfully aching body. She remembered every last detail of what happened last night.
The horrible things they said to each other and how it all culminated in the explosion of their passion and desire for each other.
She was truly happy. Happy not only that she could stop lying to herself about what she was feeling but also that Dron seemed to let go of his self-constraint and do the same.
She didn't want him to be a prisoner in his own house. Didn't want him to only have to think about her. Tempest wanted Dron to be happy too.
Tempest walked out of the back feeling like a brand new woman, refreshed and thoroughly pleased, only to find Dron in the kitchen just as high on life as she was.
