"Are you up?" I roused from sleep as I found myself snuggled up cosily in someone's arms.
"Doyle...?" I rubbed my eyelids sleepily before my mind immediately registered that Doyle was overseas and that I was with Dameon since the night before.
"Ah... I mean..." I gasped, backing away from him as I completely sobered up before he grabbed hold of my wrists and kept me in place.
He looks upset...
"Whatever. You were half asleep. Mistake of the moment, huh?" Dameon narrows his gaze as I hurriedly agreed.
"Good news for you... It's sunny. I hung the rest of the clothes outside to dry. The ones on your drying rack had also managed to get mostly dry." He continues, his grip on my wrists loosening before he pulls me towards him with the momentum of his movement as he leans onto his back.
I fall onto his chest, pushing myself against the bed to leave some distance between us as our eyes meet. "Pretty daring, aren't you?" He grins as my cheeks flushed a dark crimson.
