Medeia's Impulsive Thought
When Medeia stepped back into the room, she saw Lucian already lying on the thin mats, his jacket folded under his head like a pillow. Despite the discomfort, he looked completely at ease, as if sleeping on the hard floor was second nature to him.
Medeia tiptoed across the room, grabbed a spare blanket, and draped it over him. For a moment she watched his handsome face in the dim light.
How comfortable it would be if I could sleep in his arms …
It was just a bold, impulsive idea, but it was enough to make her heart race.
Why not? It's just for a moment …
[Host, you can't do something unholy to him.]
'What unholy?! I just want to lie down beside him, that's all!'
The system didn't interrupt her any more, so Medeia decided to lie down on the floor next to him, keeping a small distance between them. The floor was as hard as a rock, but Medeia found it more comfortable than a bed.