Mireya's heart leaped. 'The bedroom.' The word itself felt sinful in her mouth.
"Yes," she breathed, her fingers curling slightly into his shirt. "Let's go to your room..."
"Let's... do something fun to relax."
'There's no way... are we really going to do it right now...?'
Apollo, ever the gentleman and completely oblivious to the dark, lustful hunger swirling in Mireya's eyes, nodded eagerly. "That sounds perfect actually... A little quiet time to continue our date after lunch, hahaha."
They walked up the stairs in a silence that Mireya found agonizing. Every step felt like a descent into a different kind of temple, not one of gods, but of flesh.
When they reached Apollo's room, the air felt lighter, less charged with the heavy musk of Rex and Amelia, but Mireya's own internal storm was only growing.
"You can lie down first, Apollo," she murmured, her voice dropping an octave as they entered the room. "Just relax and don't forget to close your eyes."
