Stavanger Bay No one dies from love

It's okay, She murmured when the pain had subsided, but her eyes were downcast and her ears flushed with heat at Bridget's question. And, well - yes and no. I've been with a man, but it never hurt. But it's... it's been a long time.
Too long, Reverie felt, and she knew that Lestan would never touch her again. If she recovered from this — if she didn't die — then she would fix that. She would find someone else. After everything, after all that she had suffered, she at least deserved that much; to feel wanted, to forget everything if only for a little while and lose herself in the purest joy she'd ever known. She wouldn't let Lestan deny her this — or anything else. Not anymore.