Chapter 81: I’m a Hot Mess
Chapter 81 – I’m a Hot Mess
He blinked open one eye.
Sunlight.
Thin slivers of it had already sliced through the sheer curtains like golden scalpels. The room was dim and warm and smelled like sex and salt and maybe just a touch of lavender from whatever spell-laced laundry scent this ridiculous hotel used. But more importantly...
It was not past 8.
"Of course," Lux muttered, voice dry as he tilted his head slightly toward the bedside clock. 6:48 AM.
"I guess I’ve been cursed," he groaned, peeling himself carefully from her. "Not even past 7..."
There was no alarm. No heavenly horn. And yet here he was, awake like some overachieving mortal on a fitness kick.
He sat up, rubbing his face with one hand, letting his gaze slide over the battlefield that was now his hotel suite. The sheets were tangled. A throw pillow was lodged somewhere under the TV stand. His jacket from last night had been claimed by one of Rava’s tentacles and was now hanging limply from the dresser knob like a white flag.
Lux sighed, rolling out of bed in nothing but his pants.
Coffee.