The soft glow of morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of Thomas's suite, casting warm hues over the luxurious sheets.
Thomas stirred, his mind groggy yet oddly clear as he slowly opened his eyes. His body ached—not from battle, not from exhaustion, but from something else entirely. The events of last night came rushing back to him in waves.
His first time.
With her.
Thomas shifted slightly, feeling the weight of another body beside him. His gaze drifted downward, where Erica lay curled up against him, the blanket draped loosely over her bare form. Her soft, steady breathing was the only sound in the quiet room.
He swallowed hard, his mind replaying every moment—her teasing, her warmth, the way she moved against him, the way she cried out his name. It had been overwhelming, almost surreal. Losing his virginity wasn't something he had ever put much thought into, especially in a world as broken as this. But last night had been... incredible.
