The sun peeked through the window and gently woke the lovebirds from their slumber. Layla’s body was tight and it was painful for her to move but she knew that she needed to. The longer she stayed still in bed, the more likely it would be that she would not recover in the manner that she wanted to.

Solomon sleepily kissed the top of her head, “Good morning, Lone Wolf.”

Layla smiled, “Good morning. Did you sleep alright?”

“Of course I did, ...