The morning soft light spilled gently through the transperant tent window, casting a warm glow over the bed.
Lilith stirred, her body still sore but relaxed, only to frown when she felt something heavy pressing on her chest. She blinked groggily, trying to remember when she fell asleep, ah yes, after Alexander had cleaned her up with surprising gentleness, she'd slipped into unconsciousness, tangled in warmth.
But this pressure… wasn't him.
She opened her eyes slowly, only to come face-to-face with a messy mop of dark hair.
"Good morning, Miss Mystery," came a voice far too cheerful for the hour.
Her eyes snapped open in full horror.
"Ray?!"
There he was, beaming like the morning sun itself, his face buried in her cleavage, nuzzling like he'd found the coziest pillow in existence.
Lilith immediately grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked.
"What the hell are you doing, Ray?!"
