The waterfall's water still enveloped them in a cold and insistent embrace, licking their sweaty skins marked by the urgency of the previous moment. Cassian remained semi-buried in her, chest heaving against Ivy's, while the world around — the waterfall's constant roar, the rustling of leaves stirred by wind — returned to infiltrate his consciousness like an unwanted intruder. His body still pulsed with orgasm's remnants, but his mind, always the mind trained for analysis and strategy, ...