Guilty

The lovers awoke, entwined in each other's arms. Arya hugged Ayden by the chest and had one leg draped over his. Skin to skin, bare of both body and soul. A knock at the door roused them. Arya stretched, but Ayden's warmth was more comfortable for her.

"Who is it?" she asked when the knocking resumed.

"Wake up, sleepyhead, we have to work, we're running late," Robin exclaimed from the other side of the door.

Arya jumped out of bed, quickly wrapping herself in a sheet.

"Where are you going?" Ayden inquired, trying to reach her as she passed by him.

"To work, it's late, we overslept," Arya clarified, adjusting the sheet to ensure nothing was exposed.

"Are you going dressed like that? Because if you are, I think I'll schedule a consultation," Ayden joked, sitting on the edge of the bed completely naked.

"No, I'm going to my room to change," she replied and approached him, giving him a kiss on the lips. "Last night was one of the best nights of my life," Arya declared, still kissing him.