Chapter 62 - Chapter 62: The Aftermath of Exhaustion

With the heavy ceramic jars settled in their designated corner, the day's labor finally exacted its toll. Ewan clambered onto the bed, his movements sluggish and heavy, as if gravity had suddenly doubled its hold on his limbs. He pulled the thick quilt up to his midriff, burying his face deep into the soft depression of the pillow. He inhaled greedily, filling his lungs with the familiar, comforting scent that permeated the fabric, a blend of sun-dried cotton and the distinct, masculine musk of the room's owner. It was a natural sedative. Within moments, consciousness slipped away, and he plummeted into a deep, dreamless slumber.