I woke up to a weight on my chest and the soft caress of morning light filtering through my curtains. Opening one eye, I was greeted by a cascade of purple hair splayed across my shoulder like spilled wine. Natalia Kuzmina, New Vein Academy's ice princess herself, was curled against me like a contented cat, one leg hooked possessively over mine, her arm draped across my stomach.
Her face was tucked into the crook of my neck, and each exhale ghosted warm against my skin. Every few breaths, she'd make this little noise—a soft "mmm" that vibrated through her body into mine. My right hand rested where it had been most of the night: cupped around the full curve of her ass, fingers spread in a gesture of ownership that felt bizarrely natural, the smooth fabric of her skirt still bunched around her waist.
