Chapter 33

Ismena was lost in the stars.

The cool breeze of the night—or is it early morning?—caressed her body so much, she was almost cold. So, she rubbed her bare arms rhythmically, while staring dazedly at the stars in the sky.

She knows the exact moment she's no longer alone, because heat flooded her from behind warming its way to her throbbing heart and her lower belly. Only one man can make her feel like this.

"I hope I didn't wake you? I didn't mean to." She whispered, without turning back.

Silence met her words. But only for a few seconds. Then, "No. I woke up long before you did."

"Thank you for taking care of me...again. I truly do not mean to be a burden. Sorry for retching on you...." She apologized sincerely. "I have been taking care of myself for as long as I can remember, I'm not usually so accident-prone, or such a trouble magnet too." A small crossed her lips, her eyes glued to the dark sky, "I guess a lot comes from being badly ill. Not just dying."

Now that she is stargazing