Roy slept deeply.
Even though the bed was too narrow and the man held her all night, causing some soreness in her shoulders and neck upon waking.
"Is it already morning?" She sat up, brushed her disheveled hair back, and glanced at the dim light seeping through the window. Thinking about the chaos that would ensue at the Duke Mansion, she paused, "Forget it."
Let it be chaotic.
Geoffrey got up and massaged Roy's stiff shoulders: "I'm sorry to let you sleep in such a place."
Similar words had been said last night. Roy half-squinted, enjoying her lover's care until he started kissing her cheeks and neck, at which point she pressed his chest and pushed him back onto the bed.
She didn't use much force; it was Geoffrey who went along with it, lying on the bed with a demeanor of letting her do as she wished. Roy sat at his waist, impatiently fiddling with the heavy member.
"Let's do it one more time," she said, "I need to collect something."
