Miri's Pov
I woke up alone.
The morning light filtered in through my curtains, soft and golden, warm against my skin. My sheets were tangled around me like I'd been fighting in my sleep, though it hadn't been a fight so much as an onslaught of pleasure and affection and entirely too much tongue. My muscles ached in ways that made me blush even with no one in the room to see it. Every movement reminded me of hands on my skin, mouths worshipping me, the overwhelming heat of their bodies pressed to mine.
Goddess, the dreamscape had been... a lot.
