*Amaya*

We awoke late the next morning. I turned my head and looked over my shoulder. Wren was still asleep. He looked peaceful, almost younger. I’d never slept with a man before, it was odd.

I went to brush his long chestnut hair out of his face and stopped myself. I had no reason to hate Wren but as I lay in bed, I found myself searching for one. My sleepy thoughts were turning toward romance and love but it felt terrifying. ...