After the night

Sophie choked on the coffee and spilled it over herself. She blinked rapidly at her aunt, not failing to note the sudden burn in her cheek or the sudden increase in temperature.

“Careful now, child; we don’t want you choking on coffee.” His aunt continued, handing her a tablecloth. The smile was still on her face.

“How was it? Tell me everything.”

Sophie looked away, frowning.

“Aww, c'mon, don’t be shy. An old woman like me can only imagine such things now.”

“I have to go.” Sophie signed hurriedly and rushed away.

She heard her aunt erupt with laughter as she left, and she could not help the smile that settled on her face. Her aunt was a lovely character when she wanted to be.

Rhys was awake when she returned to the room. He sat upright on the bed and appraised her, his eyes lingering too much on her lips.

“Lovely morning.” He greeted.

Sophie nodded and crossed to the window. Rhys stood up from the bed and walked to where she stood. He drew her into himself and wrapped his arm