Sunlight streamed through the window, painting warm stripes across Grace's bed.
She blinked awake, feeling... different. Her body hummed with a strange new energy, like divine light was coursing through her veins instead of blood. And yet, she felt oddly calm. Centered, almost.
At least, she did for almost a whole minute, before...
[Wait, did I really...?]
Memories from last night flooded back—Petriel's shy smile turning bold, hands exploring places Grace had never been touched, that moment when—
"OH MY GODDESS!" Grace squealed, burying her red face in her pillow. "I actually did it!"
She had. After 18 long years of comfortable loneliness in a rural farm, Grace finally had experienced what constituted the climax of all those romance novels she'd steal from her mom. And, it was...
Well, the words didn't do it justice.
