(Arata)
I woke up in my bed covered with my blanket. Being a heavy sleeper, I could only assume Karsten must have carried and tucked me in.
The mere thought made my cheeks heat up.
My hands went to my head, and I found my wig had been removed, and so were my glasses.
I glanced at the clock and it was just around 6 am.
The early morning hours and the sun's first rays had just started to scatter.
I was sure he must have stayed, so I slowly made my way into the TV lounge to grab some water.
But I stopped dead in my tracks when I found the back of Karsten's head sticking out of the lounger.
Was he asleep while sitting? What was he doing?
Intrigued, I stood on my toes and peeked through the side only to find him lost in reading. Not only some ordinary books but one of my smut books.
Why? Just why was the universe trying to humiliate me in such a fashion?
