Nash woke up face-down on the sofa in the manor's home cinema, feeling like absolute shit. His left arm was completely numb, and there was a cold, damp patch spreading across his shirt where someone had been drooling.
The big screen was black. He glanced up at the clock above the door: 7:15 AM. Fuck.
Miko was sprawled out on top of him, her cheek pressed into his chest and one leg thrown over his thighs. She was fast asleep, quietly leaking drool onto his clothes. Her sleep shirt had ridden up way past her waist, exposing her ribs and the soft curve of her stomach. She felt small and warm, a good blanket, but a blanket totally knocked out.
They had started the quest about "studying" films, but at some point, Nash's eyes had closed for just a second. Now, he was paying for it.
He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and massaging his sinuses with his fingers, trying to clear the fog from his head.
Well, there go yesterday's daily quests, he thought bitterly.
