Ri shifted in her sleep, her nose twitching as it breathed in a familiar scent.
Confusion filled her senses as she tried to open her eyes to no real avail. Her vision was blurry, but she could feel a cushioned softness around her, but her face was on something hard, yet springy.
Ri trailed her hand along what she lay on, trying to figure out why her fingers kept dipping in and out hard trenches. Finally, her hand reached high enough that it fell into something wet, causing her to startle fully awake.
Dyon chuckled to himself wiping his mouth from where Ri's fingers had been, "You're quite handsy in your sleep."
Ri's blue-silver eyes blinked, finally clearing enough to realize she was lying on Dyon's bare chest. The truth was that Dyon hadn't been anywhere near Ri when he climbed into bed to sleep, but, in typical Ri fashion, she had ended up draped all over him. It was like she could track Dyon down even in her sleep.
