Heartless Afterglow

The clock on the wall was showing eight, and they both collapsed onto the bed, panting, satisfied.

As time passed, Clara lay on her side, feeling more awake the quieter it got. After the passion faded, a sense of clarity returned, almost like an epiphany. She realized that apart from their intimate moment, everything else felt distant and cold.

Declan pulled the blanket over her, feeling content.