Chapter 57: Milky, Glistening Olive Skin.
Daybreak.
Conan’s Bungalow.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
Conan woke up first. He turned and Helena lay peaceful and soft next to him, her cheek was pressed at one side making her lips pout. He smiled, she looked so cute. He resisted the urge to trail her cheeks with his fingers. She made a soft sound that made him blink, air rushing into his lungs. He left the bed and after freshening up he headed for the kitchen to make breakfast.
"Good morning" he felt her before he heard her voice behind him moments later. He grumbled as he replied without turning to her.
Helena raised a brow, both her palms connecting with her waist.
"Good morning Conan" she repeated, her voice stern.
He turns to her, his shoulders tight "What do you want?" he asked.
"Good morning," she said again.
He stared at her in silence before he then sighed "I hope you enjoyed your night" he asked.
"I did not" she lied, Conan’s lips twitched, she had been enjoying her sleep when he woke up earlier.