The third point of view:
Cecil was awoken by the hot breath fanning on her neck. She sat up abruptly, shock spreading across her face as she grabbed her scalp. She had done it last night? With Emerald?
Slowly, she turned to the side to see the man propped up on his arm and having an amused smile on his face.
"Had a nice sleep?" he smirked at her which made heat rush at her face.
Slept her butt?! They had gone at it all night and judging from the time on the bedside clock, she barely grasped two hours of sleep.
"Seriously, how are you feeling?" Emerald rephrased his question when she didn't answer immediately.
"I feel exhausted, other than that, I feel great," She answered, unable to meet his gaze.
A wave of uncomfortable silence stretched between them. Cecil scratched the back of her head nervously, she doesn't know how stuff like this works.
