Ibha woke up in the evening and noticed the orange hues of the setting sun through the window. She found it strange to have been sleeping throughout the day, it was only when she shifted her gaze over her naked body that she remembered what had transpired few hours back. For a split second she glanced at the other side of the empty bed and felt hot flushes in her cheeks. Though Armande wasn't sleeping beside, the intimate moment they shared seemed to replay in her mind as a grin crept her face.
Armande had come in like a savior when she turned berserk after encountering her haunting past. His gentle touch and soothing words still lingered over her mind and body. Ibha couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with the turn of events. They had made love that afternoon, simple, beautiful, innocent
