Now Tatehan lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, his body finally allowed to rest after the chaos of the day.
His muscles ached, his head throbbed faintly and his mind felt fuzzy and slow, like it was wrapped in cotton.
But he couldn't sleep.
Not yet.
He decided to think about random things instead. Anything to occupy his restless mind.
He thought about Lyra. About the day they'd spent together—the shopping, the restaurant, the easy conversation that had flowed between them. Thinking about it now, that had been a date. Of sorts. Even though neither of them had acknowledged it at the time, even though they'd both pretended it was just two friends hanging out.
