I woke up the next morning with Elaris sleeping in my arms.
The sunlight streamed gently through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room.
As I looked around, it seemed the girls had already been awake for quite some time.
They were probably in the living room.
I gently shook Elaris' shoulders, careful not to startle him. "Hey, wake up," I said softly.
He stirred, rubbing his eyes, and muttered, "Is it morning already?" His voice was still husky from sleep.
Him yawning and stretching slowly, made him look even more vulnerable.
I nodded, a small smile tugging at my lips, and stood up.
Elaris tried to follow, but as soon as he attempted to rise, he stumbled and fell to his knees.
Then he rubbed his ass and groaned, "I… I can't walk right now, Ragnar. You've destroyed my ass"
My heart softened immediately. It was my fault after all, and seeing him like this made me feel a mixture of guilt and protectiveness.
