Although we slept together last night, nothing explicitly happened between us.
Aside from each of us taking our side of the bed to sleep, her latching on to me was just Jasmine's unconscious action.
"Rise and shine, sleepy head," I muttered, gently shaking my arm.
At first, Jasmine protested, squirming like some kind of small animal and unwilling to wake up from her slumber.
But before I could wake her up once again, her eyes finally opened, but the fatigue of last night's battle assaulted her once again.
She groaned, wanting to rest for a few more minutes.
To be honest, I couldn't blame her because I too felt tired as well.
Just right after we managed to clear the labyrinth, we were brought to this inn against our will, and we fought our way to remain as the last two remaining survivors.
This much exhaustion was to be expected.
