Trafalgar woke not to sunlight filtering through curtains, but to warmth pressed against his side. Garrika's arms were wrapped firmly around him, her breathing steady, her wolf ears twitching faintly as she dreamed.
He froze, then immediately glanced down at himself. Shirt. Pants. Boots still on the floor. Everything intact. Relief washed over him. 'Good. She didn't try anything. I was so drained last night I forgot about the second room I rented next door… If I'd slept naked, like usual… no, that would've been a disaster.'
Shifting carefully, he tried to move her arms aside. Garrika stirred, ears flicking, and almost instinctively slid her hands back around him.
"You're not asleep," Trafalgar muttered, voice low.
Her green eyes opened, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "Seems you noticed. Want to sleep a little longer?" She patted the bed beside her invitingly.
