226. Sparta

Lance slept like a log. 

Paige looked at him sleeping serenely, besides the sun already shining. She grabbed his hand and raised it in the air, only to let it plummet back onto the bed.

No reaction. Narrowing her eyes, she put a finger under his nose. Still breathing. So that drink didn't kill him off in silence.

Aside from both of them going to bed early yesterday, they managed to sleep until midday, and apparently Lance was in for another round. She pecked his face a few times and put the blanket securely over his body before going to wash up.

Today was the birthday of the all-loved female lead 2.0, as well as them challenging the drugs Natasha would try on them with Lance's antidotes. This makes one really look forward to consuming food and drinks at the party.