Chapter Fifty-Eight Waking Up in Andor's Bed

My first thought upon waking up was when did I got a heated pillow. The sun was sneaking in through the cracks of the heavy black drapes as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.

After waking up, I was confused, since the sun shouldn't have been so bright. As it sets on the distant horizon, it should be getting dark. Curiously, I hear a familiar voice grumbling, "Go back to sleep, it is not time to wake up." Andor hugs me tighter. The heated pillow question has been answered.

Trying to recall how I found myself in Andor's bed is a slow process as the fog of sleep slowly clears from my brain. I remember being jealous, then taking a shared and very erotic shower, and omg I must have fallen asleep. I lifted the duvet up and saw both Andor and me naked like a wee baby's bum.

As a precaution, I checked to make sure there was no sexual activity. When I am tired and jealous at the same time, you never know what will happen. I don't feel any pain one hears about the first time. As far as I can tell,