"Are you sure she should be sleeping like that…?" Lucius asked, turning slightly as steam drifted out from the bathroom doorway behind him.
He had just finished showering… His hair was still damp although he loved her shampoo, he would come and take it off her hands later.
He was wearing a clean black tracksuit with a matching cap.
His former clothes were now stored neatly in his inventory, though Cassandra had already washed them earlier.
He didn't know how Cassandra managed to get his exact measurements for the tracksuit, but it fit him perfectly, as if it had been tailored just for him.
He wasn't going to question it. Some things were better left unexplained, especially when they worked in his favor.
As for the one he was referring to… Elena was sprawled across the bed, her golden hair spilling over the sheets, still fast asleep after their "activities."
Her arm dangled off the bed's edge, and one of her legs was bent awkwardly over the blanket.
