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Chapter 25

RITA

There is Thunder in my Head.

It feels like Mother Nature has breezed into my mind, unveiling her nasty side and cursing me with a headache, penalizing me for being a deadbeat, making my head throb with pain.

When I finally manage to open my eyes, I'm relieved to see only dim light in the room, as if the sun is just beginning to set. It must be early morning or late evening.

I want to turn my head to look at the clock, but I don't have the strength. I wish he had an hourglass. I prefer reading hourglasses rather than his digital clock. Sighing, I give in and lay my head back down.

I can't even read the digital clock due to my night blindness. The light isn't strong enough for my poor eyes just yet. I try to get comfortable in bed, but my limbs feel as though they've been rooted in place.

After a while, I attempt to move again and frown when I feel a coarse surface — is that hair? I frown further, tugging at the hair, trying to figure out what I'm touching.

"If you don't stop pulling on my beard, I'll roast your ass," I hear him grunt. I gasp, immediately realizing my silliness.

"Sorry," I mumble, ashamed. "It's dark, and I can't see anything because of my night blindness." I wish the ground would swallow me up.

"I know," he grunts. His voice sounds close, and I wonder where exactly he's rooted. Curiously, I fumble around in the dark, trying to figure out where I am. I slither my hands across the sheets.

Oh... My brows crinkle when I touch an organism, thick and rigid. I grasp and tug. It feels so vivid. Did he get a pet yesterday?

"Hands off my dick too!" he grits out, his voice raspy with sleep. I realize my hands aren't on the sheets but inside his pants. And this is definitely not an organism — at least not one I was thinking about.

Immediately, I retract my hands. "I'm sorry! I didn't know I was touching... the organism in your pants. I couldn't see because of my—"

"Night blindness?" he interrupts. "I'm starting to think you're using it as an excuse to touch me like a naughty little flower."

"I-I was just trying to figure out where I am," I stammer, nervous. My body feels so hot, engulfed in the sheets.

"On top of me," he yawns, and I realize it's his essence that heats me up. I feel his hands slither onto my ass, grasping, tugging, and kneading it lazily, just like I did with his... organism.

I feel the blush crawl all over my body. "T-That's my bum you're kneading... and... wait, why am I on top of you?" My mind is so confused.

"Don't be so greedy," he grunts, his voice low and rough. "I let you pet my organism a little too... That's the least you can do after sleeping on top of me instead of on your side of the bed."

"Oh... I guess you're right... I apologize..." My demented mind grants him my concession, letting him knead my bum a little to let off some steam for letting me rest on top of him, not being very coherent this morning. "I didn't know. I guess I whirled in my sleep and didn't notice where I was resting—"

"Due to your night blindness? That excuse is starting to get weak," he says, his hands occasionally squeezing my ass.

Blushing, I try to get up, but it's not a great idea. "I feel deadbeat," I mutter, bracing myself against his chest, which feels so firm and warm, trying to steady myself.

"How did you think you'd feel after gulping down half a bottle?" he asks, giving my ass a sharp strike, making my essence quiver and me whimper.

Already nauseous, I gag, ready to spill and spit all my nutrition on him.