It was still bright outside when Miyu stirred, her lashes fluttering before her violet eyes blinked open slowly.
Her body shifted slightly on the sheets, and her voice came out soft and hoarse.
"M… my… Eran…"
Eran, who had been sitting at the edge of the bed, turned his head toward her.
His calm, faintly amused smile greeted her as he reached out, brushing the damp hair from her cheek and tracing along her warm skin with the back of his fingers.
"Miyu," he said quietly. "You're awake."
She shifted toward him slowly, still heavy with the aftermath of what had just happened, her face deep crimson as her gaze took him in.
"You're… dressed already?" she asked in a near whisper.
"Sure," Eran replied with that same faint curve of his lips.
"You slept for a while. I figured I'd let you rest a bit."
Miyu's gaze dropped lower, and her breath caught, seeing the state of her own body.
