“mmm.. this is good.” Zala moaned, leaned back, and drank her infused honey tea. Opposite her, Anne was just as comfortable, with a cup of the same drink in her hand. The two women had been relaxing in Zala’s room since morning and it was almost noon.
“Of course it is, I made it myself.” Anne grinned and if her nose could tip higher than it already was, it’d be in the clouds, which she thought was regretful. Since Zala was woken up by Anne, the two women locked themselves inside. And the only reason for that was because the potion she made last night still lingered on them. The 24-hour period was not over. Although it still lingered, it was mild now.
Zala closed her eyes, crossed her ankles on the couch, and leaned back. As much as she would have loved to have no memory of the night be
