Chapter 149. Purple Haired Girl
I woke up the next morning, eyelids fluttering open as a thin stream of sunlight slipped past the blackout curtains and gently prodded me awake.
But what really snapped me out of my groggy daze wasn’t the sun or the hangover of fatigue clinging to my muscles.
Nope.
It was the soft weight on my chest—and the sight of Kaelira, peacefully asleep, nestled against me like I was some oversized body pillow.
Her arms were wrapped loosely around my torso, her breath brushing faintly against my collarbone, her legs tangled with mine like a warm, overly attached octopus.
’What the hell is this? A romcom cliché? Should I squeal like a teenage girl or sweat bullets like a guilty protagonist caught red-handed?’
Neither suited me. And more importantly, I hadn’t moved her here. I wasn’t about to deal with the volcanic eruption of her nagging if she woke up and assumed I had been groping her in my sleep.
So, I did the smart thing.
With the precision of a bomb disposal expert, I gently—gently—lifted her off my chest and repositioned her to the far side of the bed.
That’s when I noticed it. Just a flicker.
The faintest tint of red dusting her cheeks.