There was just something about being all tucked up in a warm bed that filled Nessa with a sense of bliss, this bed in particular was so much softer than her single bed at home. Plus there was the fact that it was so warm, somehow she felt very safe and relaxed at this moment. Under her eyeslids she could make out that the room was bright, meaning that it was morning. Slowly her violet eyes opened, blinking few times. She reached up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, before looking at the guy lying next to her. She gave Aven a warm smile, “G’mornin’ Aven,” She mumbled in a sleepy voice.
Realisation hit Nessa like a lightning bolt, sitting up suddenly she let out a loud squeak. Pulling the duvet up to cover herself, she looked at him in disheveled befuddlement. ”AVEN! What the ...? Why are we...? Oh gosh, oh no.” She brought a hand up to her head, desperately trying to recall the night before. There was the argument between Aviel and Ellamora, Agatha turned up, A exploding drumstick, and the remainder broke down into glimpses. She sifted through the memories, she remembered laughing... a lot. Aven... sang... and she leaned in. Nessa gasped in horror at her own behaviour, had she kissed Aven? She needed to find out desperately, she turned to face him, her eyes widened when she noticed that he was clearly topless... and glowing. Bt still, topless, was he even wearing pants? Was she? She glanced down as though to check, yes, she had underwear on and a nightie. Maybe that meant nothing happened, but still how had she even changed clothes? She gulped nervously before asking, ”Aven last night... did we ... um... do anything inappropriate?” She didnt feel any different, physically speakinng , but the again she wasn’t really sure what to expect after such things. Weren’t you suppose to be sore? Maybe they hadn’t, maybe they had just fell asleep. Oh how she prayed they just fell asleep.