The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the wide windows of our room, cutting through the heavy drapes Lydia had drawn last night. I
blinked awake slowly, and the memories of last night drifted back in an amusing blur Lydia's slurred insistences, her endless kisses, her laugh that echoed through the hallways as I tried, and failed, to keep her quiet.
I grinned to myself, glancing over to find her still curled up next to me, the faintest hint of a smile lingering on her lips.
Just then, she stirred, her hand reaching out instinctively to touch my arm. "Mmm... morning," she mumbled, her eyes still barely open. And then, as if realising where she was, she sighed.
"And my head... Aurelia, why did I drink so much?"
I chuckled, leaning over to kiss her forehead. "Don't worry, my love. You're in capable hands."
