~NYRA

By the time Rylan was done cleaning me up, he carried me once again to the bedroom where he dressed me.

“Nyra, the breakfast bell will be rung any second now,” he said as he moved around the room returning my things back in place.

His own clothes were clinging to his skin from the wetness, but he didn't mind. He was more focused on putting my space in order.

When he finished, he stopped in front of me and took my hand with a small smile carved on his handsome face.

“Nyra, you’ll ...