And yet, despite how perfectly arranged everything in this room was, I could feel sleep trying to pull me back under.
But there was something bothering me.
I couldn't recall bringing a pillow with me… So why was my head resting on something so soft?
Turning my head slowly to the side, I discovered the answer. And as I looked up, my gaze once again met the eyes of the one who had woken me.
— Erin… if you really wanted to wake me up, why did you decide to use your lap as a pillow?
I didn't say it with sarcasm or reproach. It was just a question—plain and simple. But Erin, hearing my words, blushed faintly and turned her head away, as if she'd just been caught doing something indecent.
— You… might've caught a chill, — she mumbled awkwardly, barely audible.
— What the he—mph!
I didn't even get to finish. Something cool and damp landed squarely on my face. Erin had neatly silenced me with a wet towel.
