He chuckled. “Comfy?”
I groaned again. “How did… what is even happening right now?”
He laughed again. “Well, about an hour after you initially fell asleep, you woke up and wanted some water, so you grabbed your glass from the coffee table and drank the entire thing, then went to the bathroom—do you remember that?”
“Uh… no.” I must’ve drunk a lot more dwarf beer than I thought.
“Well, when you came back, you told me to lay down on the couch, and since you were being cute and you were all drunk—and arguing with a drunk person is futile and frustrating—I did. Next thing I knew, you climbed on top of me and passed out.”
I groaned again and turned my face into his chest. “Oh my Scales. I’m so sorry.” Then I cringed when I realized I was still on top of him. “Shit. Sorry.”
I started to pull away, but Roman held onto me. “Don’t be. I like it.”
I… didn’t know how to take that, but since I felt like shit and Roman was nice and warm and kinda comfy, despite the hardchest, I decided to stay. “Um… okay.” My voice came out soft. Quiet.
Roman ran his hand up and down my back, making me shiver as I closed my eyes and decided to let myself doze. I hadn’t had a hangover in months, and I was so not looking forward to getting up to start the day. Plus, we didn’t actually have anywhere to be today considering my dad was making us take a few weeks off.
“Hey, Oak?”
“Hm?”
“There’s a hangover potion on the coffee table. Take it before you fall asleep again.”
“Holy shit, you’re amazing. Thank you.” I reached out blindly, found the vial, uncorked it, swallowed the whole thing in one go, dropped it on the floor, and snuggled back in.
The last thing I remember is hearing Roman’s quiet chuckle and a few whispered words that sounded like, “I’ll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart,” but that could’ve been a dream.
***
The next time I woke, I could tell Roman was already awake because he had his arms around me and his phone in his hands, either texting or playing a game right over the top of my head.
“You could’ve woken me so you could get up.”
He immediately put his phone down on my back and hugged me. “I didn’t want to.”
I… had no idea what that meant. He seriously liked cuddling like this? Why? And he’d said it the last time I’d woken up too, hadn’t he?
Since I had no idea how to respond, I ignored it and asked, “Are you hungry?”
He snorted. “Yeah, I could eat.”
“Great. Let me use the bathroom and brush my teeth, and then I can make us something.”
“Uh, do you not remember that I know you? You’re not cooking.”
I sighed. “This time, I really wasn’t trying to trick you into cooking. I was thinking about making us bagels in the toaster. Surely, you know I’m capable of that?”
“Hm… I think it’s totally plausible that you could start a fire with the toaster.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that came out, and I leaned up, punching his shoulder lightly. “Asshat.”
He laughed. “Don’t beat me up just because you can’t handle the truth.”
“Oh my Scales, you’re really asking for it.” I punched his shoulder again, and the next thing I knew, I was flipped around.
I landed on my back with anoomphand Roman hovering over me, my wrists caught in his. “You forget that I know how to fight too.”
Even though I knew he was joking around and a part of me even liked it, my heart rate spiked when I tried to move my arms and they wouldn’t budge.
