The first thing Skylar registered was weight.
Warm, soft, annoyingly heavy weight pressing against her left side, and something wet against her shoulder that was absolutely, categorically, not acceptable at ten in the morning.
She opened one eye.
Akari Miyamoto was drooling on her.
Naked. Completely, aggressively naked, one tan arm thrown across Skylar's stomach, her black hair spread everywhere like she'd personally declared war on personal space. Her face was slack and peaceful in a way Skylar had never witnessed when the girl was conscious, none of the sharp calculation, none of the predatory glinting. Just a pretty girl with her mouth slightly open, leaving a wet spot on Skylar's shoulder.
Skylar stared at the ceiling for three seconds.
Then she peeled Akari off her with the careful efficiency of someone defusing a bomb.
