Baam!
Dorian found himself waking up from his sleep. Laid bare on his back, he could see the lantern dangling from the ceiling.
'Ah, I am awake.'
He remembered drinking his fill the night before and getting thoroughly drunk from it.
The fact his head was aching, despite feeling like he had been sleeping for hours, was proof that he was hungover.
'How long was I asleep for?'
Dorian turned his eyes to the window, a bit surprised to see the sun shimmering through the glass.
'Fuck, it's morning.'
He was about to stand up when he suddenly noticed both his arms were too heavy to lift, and his legs also seemed locked, as if someone was sleeping on him.
Little did he know how right he was.
The first person he saw was Seraphina, her head on his arm, dressed in a black see-through nightgown.
Dorian's cheeks flushed at the sight; he could see her cleavage and her pink, perky nipples from there.
