I Am Not Joking, Marion!

"Do you still want the hangover soup?" whispered Jean, hugging Marion who laid limply on his chest. The girl just smiled shyly as she shook her head.

The headache she had felt earlier this morning when she woke up had disappeared. They had made love several times that they were both exhausted. Exhausted ... but happy. Maybe the dopamine hormone produced by their brains during their sexual intercourse drove away all the pain in Marion's head and also her sadness.

She couldn't describe her feelings right now. She felt that there was nothing more important in the world for her than Jean and that there was no place she wanted to be more than in his arms.

Marion realized she had never felt like this before. For the first time in her life, she was sure that she was truly in love. Her admiration for Lauriel before was not comparable with her overflowing feelings for Jean right now.