Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The moonlight was like spilled milk, bathing the night in a silvery glow.

The next day, at 9 AM, York woke up and decided to check on Leda.

He was just about to knock on her door when it swung open from the inside.

"Sho-"

Oops!

Standing there was a young man, his hair a tousled mess, clearly just roused from sleep and about to make his exit.

Their eyes met, and York was totally flabbergasted.

The man, however, was much calmer, gave York a slight nod, and then gestured for silence with a finger to his lips, turning his head towards the interior, "Keep it down, she's still asleep." With that, he left.

York stood in the hallway, dumbfounded, for a solid thirty seconds before it hit him: "Damn-"

Leda had a guy over? In the hotel he ran, in the room he booked, right across from him, under his very nose?

York stormed in, trying to slam the door for effect.

Unfortunately, the hotel's quality control was too good; the doors were designed to close quietly, making barely any noise.

Frustrated, he kicked over a chair, but even that failed to make much of a racket thanks to the plush carpeting.

the curtains open, letting the sunlight flood in,

you doing?!

furious, sitting up abruptly, but the sunlight forced her to squint, barely making out

she commanded, "Close the

Leda had one flaw, it was her

to provoke

Hearing her, York scoffed.

across her neck and chest, some fresh, some fading, it was clear what she'd been up to

made

finally recognized

grabbed the fallen blanket to cover herself "Oh

you enter without knocking?"

v

me." He wanted to sit down, but all the

bed's edge, "Ms. Reynolds sure knows how to live

the next, huh? You're changing them faster

en

in the morning to

"Nope!"

lost! Don't buzz around

pulled the blanket up and turned to

and close the

York was left speechless.