Lena’s POV

It was morning already, but I was too sore to get up. I could hear Zephyrus move around outside, but I couldn’t join him. After much effort, I somehow limped towards the washroom to freshen up. Despite the pain, I felt sated, and euphoric, as if floating on cloud nine.

The bedroom door opened and Zephyrus entered carrying a breakfast tray laden with enough food to feed a battalion.

“Why did you make so much?” I chuckled as he set the tray down on the coffee table ...