How Embarrassing

Bel opened her eyes, grunting as she tried to stretch her arms. She felt stiff, likely from sleeping in an awkward position, and since she didn't move much in her sleep, she had been stuck that way until she awoke.

"You're awake," a familiar voice said, and she froze. 

Hearing his voice as soon as she woke up—either she had lost it, or something was terribly wrong. Something told her she didn't suddenly become infatuated with Davien and was now hearing his voice which meant it was the latter. That wasn't any better.

"I didn't think you'd sleep this long," he added.

Bel's horror intensified as she realized what she'd been resting her head on wasn't a pair of pillows but rather Davien's thighs. She had never sat up faster in her life. She sprung up from his legs moving her hair out of her face.

"What are you doing?" Bel asked, her voice a mix between shock and panic.

"Oh, a little drool," he remarked, glancing at his legs instead.