Quiet moments

Lucky for me, my dulled senses don't mess with the important stuff. Sure, I can't quite catch Eris's addictive pheromones anymore—those sweet, head-spinning scents that used to make my knees weak. But the feeling? Oh, it's still a wild, heart-pounding, out-of-this-world ride!

So, after a few more rounds of steamy, toe-curling sex, I'm done for, literally done for. My limbs feel like jelly, my head's all fuzzy, and I'm sprawled out like a starfish on the messy bed, totally spent.

Meanwhile, Eris, that smug little gremlin, just grins and tugs me up to the inn's rooftop, her hand warm in mine.