Lysandra is lying on a bed so soft it seems to be made from clouds. Perhaps she is floating in the sky, lying on fluffy clouds, drinking in sunlight like she never has before. She shifts in her sleep, unsettled about something, and the cloud creaks, sinking, but before she can focus on anything else, sleep mists over her mind. She turns over again and images come flooding into her head; something about Aelin and too many shots; something about dares and the most handsome man; and then, something to do with clothing and bedrooms. Before her memory brings more, the images vanish. The clock ticks on by, and thoughts flurry around in her head: perhaps it is all a dream, perhaps not; decisions, decisions.
"Lysandra, wake up." A soft, male voice shakes me from my deep slumber and my eyes slowly flutter open. A strong hand grasps my shoulder and shakes it, gently, but still strong enough to wake me some more. My eyes focus on a blurred shape, and clear themselves from their sleepy haze. Aedion is bent over me with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair is dripping and I assume he has just had a shower. My brain takes a moment yo process the facts, then I realise I am in a bed in his room. Oh no. Why am I in here? And, What have I done now?
I look down at the sheets and, with a jolt, I realise that I am not only in his bed, but I'm not wearing any clothes, either. I squeak, and pull the covers up to my chin, just to be safe.
Aedion laughs at me, then comments,"I didn't expect you to be modest, Lysandra. I'm sure you've done this many a time before.
Still confused at all of this, I say,"Umm... Aedion,"
"Yes.."
"Exactly what is going on."
"Let's just say we all got a little too drunk." He laughs, yet again, and carries on,"Aelin decided to have some 'fun' with us, and this how we ended up." He shrugs, and smirks at me, like Aelin would if she were here. Aelin. After I clear up this mess, I'm going to go have a good yell at her, my queen or not.
"And by 'fun' you mean?"
"Putting us in a bedroom together." He clarified.
"No, no, no. This can't have happened. You're playing a trick on me aren't you, Aedion?" Lysandra mumbled, more to herself than Aedion.
He kept laughing at me, and I hated it. Hated, it so much that I sprung up, forgetting that I wasn't wearing any articles of clothing, and slapped him around the face, or, at least, tried to. I suddenly felt the cold air from outside of the covers nip my bare skin, and internally slapped myself. My cheeks turned a delicate shade of rosy pink, and Aedion's eyes hungrily roved up and down my exposed body. I shivered and looked down, embarrassed. This was not quite how I had pictured Aedion seeing me bare. And yes, I admit it, I had pictured that. So what I had feelings for him, he seemed perfect. 'Lysandra,' I silently chided myself, 'Stop thinking about him and cover yourself up, for the Wyrds sake.' I scrambled to put something over me, only to find Aedion had entirely removed the duvet whilst I had been daydreaming about him. I settled for folding my arms over my chest, and glaring at him, in what I hoped was at least a slightly scary face.
He chuckled, and said," It's alright, Lysandra. I seem to find myself preferring you like this, actually."
Consequences be damned, I snapped back at him,"Shut your mouth, you're drooling all over the mattress."
"Only if I can shut you up, too." He leaned forward and captured my mouth in a strong kiss, his teeth slowly scoring over my bottom lip.
Just as he pulled back to take a breathe, I said to him, "I don't think I'd mind getting a bit too drunk a little more often."