THE DAY AFTER

GINGER: Something hard and warm presses against me, the steady rise and fall beneath my cheek soothing in a way I don't want to question. The scent is familiar, and before my mind fully wakes, I run my hand over it, letting my fingers trace the shape beneath me. It is hard yet soft in a way that my body enjoys. Then a low groan rumbles beneath my palm, causing my eyes to snap open. I am lying on Hu's chest, my hand caressing his face. Panic strikes my chest, and I jerk up, scrambling away from him so fast that my back nearly hits the other side of the bed. My heart pounds as I stare at him. His hair is a hot mess, his lips slightly parted from sleep, but he looks so hot. Fuck, did I just say that? Oh, god. I bury my face in my hands, cursing myself. Why couldn't I keep my hands to myself? Worse, why did it feel so good? I don't even want to know if he was awake for it, because that would make me want to kill myself more than I already do. Caspian crosses my mind, and I slap my forehead