Golden rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, warming the quiet bedroom.
Xylia stirred beneath the blankets, groaning softly as a dull headache reminded her of the wine she had consumed the previous night.
"...My head..."
She buried her face into the pillow before slowly opening her eyes.
For several moments, she simply stared at the ceiling.
Then flashes of the previous night began returning one after another.
The dinner.
The wine.
Arguing with Aciel.
Confessing that she wanted him.
Her eyes widened.
"...No way."
She sat upright so abruptly that the blanket slid onto her lap.
"I... I didn't..."
Every embarrassing word replayed perfectly inside her head.
"Tomorrow too. And the day after tomorrow. Every day. I want you, Aciel."
Her face burned crimson. "Oh my goodness..."
She grabbed the nearest pillow and buried her face in it.
"I'm never looking him in the eye again."
