Three Months And Hugs I I

When he arrives home, it's dark and empty. He drags his feet up to his bed and tries to sleep, but he can't. He lies face down, feeling like a terrible person. Suddenly, a cautious sound is heard at his door. He knows it's Arya from the smell of her essence.

"Drunk again," she scolds him in a low voice, but he doesn't respond, pretending to be asleep. "I can't wait to see you with a hangover in the morning."

Ayden half-opens his eyes and notices that she leaves a bottle of water on his nightstand and a box of pills. The young woman walks around him, takes off his shoes and socks, and leaves them by the bed.

"Come on, Ayden," she says softly, trying to turn him over. "I have to get that off you, you reek of alcohol." Arya moves him, and he turns over, helping her without effort.

"Sh… I want to sleep," Ayden asks, pretending to be asleep.

Arya unbuttons his shirt and struggles to take it off. Just as she bends down to take it off his left arm, he hugs h