Evening.
Liana stirred slowly, her head resting against something warm and firm. Her mind was hazy, her vision still blurry with sleep.
Mm?
She blinked, her surroundings gradually coming into focus. She was lying on her side, her cheek pressed against someone's chest. She glanced up slowly, following the line of a well-defined collarbone up to a strong jaw, then further up to a peaceful, handsome face.
He's still asleep.
She sat up carefully, her movements slow so as not to wake him. Glancing around, she saw Gloria was curled against a pillow, one arm thrown over Felicia, who was nestled against Delya. Mimi was sprawled comfortably at the foot of the bed, her tail twitching slightly in her sleep.
Did Young Master carry me here?
She narrowed her eyes, still groggy from sleep, her thoughts slowly piecing together the events of earlier.
Ah…
She raised both hands and covered her face with her palms, a wave of embarrassment washing over her.
