Charis
I was kissing Kael by the poolside in a dream when I felt someone gently tapping my shoulder.
I blinked, squeezing my eyes shut at the sunlight already filtering through the window. My body still ached from the tension of the night before. My eyes were sore as if I hadn't just woken up, and the blanket had twisted around me like a cocoon.
The tapping came again, more insistent this time.
I turned my head.
Slater was standing beside the bed, dressed in his pyjama bottoms and a black shirt from the previous day. He didn't look like he'd gotten any sleep, though. Our eyes met for a moment—his face gave away nothing of what he was thinking or feeling after our fight.
"Get ready," he said. "You'll be late for breakfast and classes today."
