"Ida?"
"No," I mutter. The effort to speak up is so difficult, and it gets worse when I turn my head in the opposite direction. "I don't want to."
A chuckle from far away sounds familiar, but I cannot decipher it, nor do I wish to. Sleep is more important, and I welcome it.
"Come on." The voice is closer now, and I feel the world shift around me.
"Did you drink an entire bottle of wine?"
Maybe?
A tsk follows the question.
You're the one that asked me? How grumpy.
"Ida, you realise you're speaking out loud right now."
I did not. Now I do.
Warmth spreads along one side of my body as my mind puzzles together sluggishly what is happening. Fluttering my eyelashes with incredible effort, I peek up at the pretty boy, moving my arm to curl into my chest.
Theo is carrying me away from the dark study. "You're so annoying," I murmur with a frown.
