Night draped the island in silence.
A dim lantern flickered outside the wooden walls of the inn, casting soft golden hues through the window slats. Inside, the room was filled with the gentle rhythm of breathing and the muffled rustle of sheets stirred by the breeze.
Tyler White, completely naked, lay in a wide bed, sound asleep. On his side was Naked Alna, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling peacefully as she nestled into Tyler's arm. On the other side of Alna, Mathilda lay sprawled with her leg draped over Alna's thigh, her usual playful smirk absent in the tranquility of slumber.
Alna is basically got sandwiched by Both Tyler and Mathilda.
The room smelled faintly of lavender soap, wine, and sweat—an aftermath of indulgent intimacy.
