390 Hairpin and a Disiciple?

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As the gentle sun rays began illuminating the room through the curtains, Raven's eyes gently fluttered open. 

He silently took in the image of his surroundings, and as the fragrant scent of lavender gently assaulted his nose, he involuntarily looked down only to see a mop of golden hair resting on his chest. 

Memories of what happened yesterday surfaced in his mind. He smiled wryly as he felt his blood rushing throughout his body, causing some strange feelings to rise up his chest. 

As the sounds of gentle snoring buzzed on his ears, a smile of satisfaction and a little bit of helplessness could be seen on his face. 

He thought to himself: 'Damn, I think I overdid it.'

Needless to say, he was happy. Incredibly so. Although he wasn't expecting his hot-bloodedness to go out of control, he could've stopped his advances if she really didn't want it, but it seems that wasn't the case.