He wore an expression that was hard to decipher, only feeling that his eyes were piercingly bright. "Morning, feeling any better?" His voice was somewhat hoarse; it was always like this when he woke up.
"You... When did you wake up?" She felt a bit apprehensive. She had the impression that the whole scene, where she had stealthily crawled out of his arms just now, happened right under his watchful eyes. That would have been really embarrassing.
His gaze fixed on her intensely, candidly stating, "When you let go of me."
"..." Of course... So he had just watched her make a fool of herself. It must have been fun, hadn't it? She glared at him and spat out a familiar line, "When I'm asleep, please wake me up!"
The third time! This was the third time!
Each time worse than the last! This time she had actually slept in his arms!
He looked a tad innocent, "I did call you. You said you were cold and wanted to sleep, then you wouldn't let go."
Was that so? Her mind was a bit muddled...
