CHAPTER 54 In the Arms of Dawn

　　The first light of dawn began to spill through the horizon, casting a soft glow across the entangled forms of Angela and Edmund, surrounded by the remnants of a night filled with unrestrained passion. They had spent hours exploring each other, losing themselves in a fervor that left them both raw and exhilarated, too captivated to sleep.

　　At some point of the night, stretched and tugged at the ties that held the tent top in place. With a few firm pulls, the fabric came free, leaving only the open sky above them. They lay there beneath the faint pinks and oranges that stretched across the dawn, painting the heavens in colors almost as soft as their shared glances.