"Not trying to kill me… but to save me?"
"Can't I just have one dream where I'm the cool main character? What the hell is this nonsense…"
The dream shattered like broken glass, and Orson mumbled to himself as he drifted back into sleep.
By the time he woke the next morning, he was exhausted yet strangely satisfied.
"Get up. It's almost ten. I'm going shopping with Wedge later," Riley said, tugging his ear while resting against the pillow, her face glowing with contentment.
"Five more minutes… damn, I think I pulled my back."
Orson groaned, dark circles under his eyes, pulling the blanket over his face to block the sunlight.
"I told you not to keep trying those weird moves. You're actually a bit of a pervert." Riley frowned at him.
Orson yawned and lazily draped a hand over her thigh. "Not my fault. You were way too wild last night. I had to keep up, or you'd say I was boring."
