Heated breakfeast

I took my time to get dressed, not because I was searching for the perfect outfit, but because every movement made me actually really aware of what happened last night. 

My body felt different. There was a faint ache between my thighs each time I moved. I had always imagined my first time would be something awkward with a spouse, perhaps even disappointing. 

Instead, it had been nothing like I expected: gentle, slow and raw. 

I looked at the mirror, half expecting to see a stranger's face looking back. But it was still me, hair a mess, lips still swollen. Well I was satisfied and maybe a little hungry too. 

The cold mask I had spent years perfecting, felt a bit strange now. But I pulled it back on. If anyone noticed the new softness they would find me as the perfect queen.