Chapter 106 - 102. Morning Mood
Zein had a habit of waking up at dawn no matter where he slept. But perhaps because he got drunk for the first time, he only opened his eyes groggily when his biological alarm woke him, without any notion to get up.
The room was dark, the only source of light was coming from the dim lamp at some corner. For a moment, Zein had no idea where he was, or why he had a headache and felt like crap. But after squinting his eyes at the expensive-looking furniture, his mind instinctually conjured up the image of Radia, and his memory came back then.
Grunting at the awful state he was in, Zein immediately circulate his mana to get rid of the alcohol influence in his system. It was only after his head got cleared for a bit that he realized there were two things enveloping him; a blanket, and a warm body.
From the soft, steady breathing grazing his nape, and the sturdy arm around his torso, Zein instantly knew it was Bassena. He didn’t know exactly how they ended up spooning on the couch, but he remember acting horny and succumbing to a desire for pleasure.
Oh well--Zein closed his eyes again, scooting deeper into the comfortable warmth inside the blanket, and the steady breath of another person.
When he opened his eyes again, the sunlight had already filtered through the curtains, and he had felt somewhat better from earlier mana circulation. With a slight grunt, he lifted the arm still circling his midriff, and got up.
Sitting dazedly on the edge of the couch, Zein looked at the sleeping esper. He remembered Han Shin told him once that Bassena was a deep sleeper, unlike Zein. The esper rarely sleep, but once he did, it was quite hard to wake him up in a normal way.
But...
Blinking slowly, Zein realized he had a nice and rather deep sleep this time too. He wondered if it was because he was drunk. Or was it because he slept with someone else?
Or perhaps, because it was Bassena, in particular.
Still with the bleary mind, Zein reached out to pinch the esper’s cheek. The lack of fat made it hard to do so, but Zein still doing it anyway, smirking to himself when the man groaned slightly--but more because he lost the feel of Zein’s body in his arm rather than because of the mischievous hand.