Poison
For two days, Meissa waited for Lerna to come. She was impatient as hell while Okab was just too patient.
It was night and she had thrown a robe over her after making out for half an hour with Okab. She was unable to concentrate on anything. After their session, Meissa just got up from the bed and went to the window. Once again, she began pacing the room. She would glance at her betrothed who was sitting on the bed without his shirt. His legs were covered with the blanket.
The season had suddenly turned so cold that the servants had put in extra logs in the fireplace to warm the room. The soft light of the fire fell on his white torso, casting an orange glow. She took a breath as she glanced at him again and again. He was too distracting.
"Meissa…" he called her. It was the middle of the night and her anxiety wasn't letting her sleep. "Come back, darling."