(Author's POV)
While changing her clothes, Myra felt a bit better, her fuzzy mind clearing up bit by bit. Out of nowhere, a vision flashed in front of her, 'Wait, wh-what was that I just remembered?' Her whole face changed into a deep shade of red.
Her mind was full of hazy image of someone sucking on her lips urgently and giving her oxygen, the wild and wet sensation still lingering on her skin.
She couldn't remember who it was because of the blurriness, but few things Myra was sure about were that the person was naked, which all the brothers were, 'Soooooo, that means it wasn't Nora.'
And another thing she noticed was that whosoever provided her artificial respiration wasn't just saving her but savoring her lips as well. The attempt was very needy and desperate and anxious. There was some kinda urgency in it.
