The first hint of dawn, a soft grey light, began to filter into the room. Mahi stirred, a heavy, unfamiliar weight pressing down on her. A deep, lingering pleasurable sensation hummed beneath her skin, a feeling she couldn't quite place. As the haze of sleep began to lift, fragments of the night returned to her – the massage, the strange intimacy, Riyansh telling her to sleep without her clothes, to stay in his room.

Her eyes snapped open, a sudden jolt of realization hitting her. She wasn't in her own room. She was on Riyansh's bed, the realization sending a wave of heat through her. She blinked, trying to clear the fog from her mind, and slowly, carefully, shifted.