The next morning.
The morning sun casted a soft glow over the peaceful forest. Birds chirped in the distance, but the peacefulness was shattered as Rhea slowly opened her eyes. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings.
Her eyes widened in shock as she realized she was laying down on Draven's chest, both of them sprawled on the cold ground. She deeply furrowed her brows as memories of the previous night rushed back to her - the laughter, the drinks, the blurred moments. She had gotten drunk with him, but how did they end up outside in the woods?
She sat up, her heart pounding with a mix of confusion and panic. She glanced at the Draven, who remained blissfully unaware of her presence. His face was peaceful, the morning light highlighting his chiseled features. She couldn't help but be captivated by his handsome face.
"What on earth happened last night?" She whispered to herself in confusion.
