Kira's POV
I woke up the next morning naked; my body felt refreshed, renewed, and rejuvenated. It was like I had blown off some steam and stress.
I looked over to where Ryker lay, butt to the ceiling sleeping peacefully like a newborn baby. Last night was amazing but did I want it?
I stared at the ceiling, relieving the moment of the previous night, sincerely it was fun, and I enjoyed every bit of it, but waking up that morning I was having second thoughts about everything that had just happened.
No doubt I felt warmth; I felt safe in his arms last night, but what could this mean for the both of us?
Were we just adults who had long been starved of sex for a very long time and last night was our way of satisfying our urges?
Or were we more than that?
