When Alaric woke up that early morning in Erin's room, he was admittedly surprised to see that she was still there—her head still resting on his hand with her face turned towards him, her eyes closed and her hair a little bit messier without it being in its typical ponytail hairdo. She smelled of shampoo and lotion and perfume—all Aurean, and it smelled like home.
Based on the light coming in through the window, Alaric knew that he only had a few more minutes left to spare before he had to go prepare for his duties—but he stalled and stared. It wasn’t like it was his first time either—as he had repeatedly tried to tell Erin before whenever she would claim he kissed like someone who had never done so before. However, it was a first time for him to sleep—in every sense of the word—with som
