"W-what?" He woke up confused.
What has he done?
Marcel asked when he saw Arianna sleeping soundly beside him, arms wrapped around his waist securely and she was naked. That made his brows furrow, he didn't remember getting into bed with her.
Nonetheless, a small smile curved his lips when he saw the way she cuddled around him like a jealous cat who didn't want to share his owner with another - and she said he was possessive.
Marcel reached out, about to remove her red locks from her face and his memories from last night resurfaced, making him wince in pain. His head was throbbing, just what in the world had he done last night?
However, all of his memories returned and his hand reaching for Arianna froze in the air. Marcel instantly withdrew his hand, and the next he was carefully untangling himself from her so he doesn't wake her. He couldn't deal with her right now, Marcel was sure of that.
