The dawn came earlier than expected. The room felt cold, but his body pressed against mine gave me warmth. After raining the whole night, there was a shift in the air.

Prince Rudra still lay next to me, his face nestled in my neck and arms wrapped tightly around my waist, while my fingers gently threaded through his hair. Heat crawled up my cheeks as flashes of last night returned—what he did, what I said, how I had called his name.