Damon let out a soft groan as he moved to relieve the stiffness in his neck.
The dull ache told him he'd slept in the worst possible position, head hanging halfway off the bed, spine twisted in protest.
He blinked several times, getting used to the morning light coming through the blinds.
The room was messy, with clothes everywhere and shoes thrown messily by the door. He had seen it many times before, but today it seemed kind of funny.
A weight on his legs made him glance down. Svetlana was sprawled across the bed, her arm draped across his knees, her face buried into a pillow.
Her position was... unique, to say the least. half of her body angled off the edge of the bed, her legs sticking out like she'd collapsed mid-cartwheel. Damon chuckled under his breath.
He rubbed his face, the events of the night before playing like snapshots in his mind.
