Danish's hand flickered, signaling at her to come to his side; Luna with her strong heartbeat, trotted closer and closer toward Danish whose gazes clutched on her who just dropped her sight on the floor.
"Turn off the light and go back to your berth afterward; I mean your sofa."
Embarrassed for thinking highly that he would ask her to join him on the bed, Luna paused in her position to exhale all her shame; trying to press her vexation, she switched off the light before turning around to the sofa, laid there and buried herself under the blanket.
Her hand slowly lugged the tiny bottle of the potion out of her pajama's pocket; with a sigh, she put it on top of her pillow.
"It is useless to keep it." She whispered to herself, referring to the potion. Before she forced herself to sleep, she leered at her husband on his bed who had dozed off. It was only when midnight came, the sleepiness claimed Luna.
