The clattering sound of steel plates woke me up. I could feel something beneath my head, I reached out for it to stroke it assuming it is what I think it is.
However, it was very soft. Not as firm as the thighs that I had dozed off on in the middle of the night. Not as comforting either.
In other words... It was not Edgar’s lap.
“Edgar” I muttered, hoping he was the one who makes the noises with the dishes and when I had not gotten a response, despite knowing how good he is at ignoring me, I quickly lifted me head.
“Forgive me”... “Did I wake you up?” A young brunette asked after hurriedly standing straight when she had perceived that I watched her.
I gulped at the unfamiliar face... What was she doing in Edgar’s room even though he isn’t here? What if she is like that other crazed, l
