The morning light slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room.
Ellyn's golden eyes fluttered open, her lashes trembling as she slowly adjusted to the brightness.
She sat up a little, rubbing her eyes with her small hands. The warmth of the blanket tucked around her body gave her pause. She blinked.
Her gaze darted around the cozy bedroom, her mind hazy. Then realization struck, and her face turned red.
D-Did we… already… do it?
Her hands clutched at her clothes, checking quickly, her heart pounding in her chest. But everything was untouched. She looked down at herself.
Still the same petite body she'd been disguising all along.
"Mou…" she puffed her cheeks, slumping back against the pillow. This is all because of the cooking! If I hadn't fainted, I could've told him last night. Then…
Her ears drooped as she buried her face under the blanket. Now I missed my chance…
But then, just faintly, the smell of something roasted drifted into the room.
