Stirring awake with one ear bent down, she felt her hands drift against soft skin—her arms wrapped around a warm body, shifting slightly as it breathed in and out.
Hotaru kept fighting to keep her eyes open while she took in her first lungsful of the morning. Her nose twitched and she felt a spot of wetness on the pillow she was lying her head on, against her cheek.
The first sight was of a sleeping blonde, right next to her face—the second, was that of her mouth wide open, drooling. The redhead clicked her tongue silently and reached out to push Jotou's head away.
Jotou's mouth did close, but it muttered annoyance.
In her sleep, the blonde's legs refused to let go of Hotaru's hips, which they were locked around. Still under the covers, Jotou held the redhead tighter in her arms.
