There were few things worse than being trapped underground with people that could eat me for breakfast, but right now, the headache was rivalling it all. “Oh... My head...”
“Shhhhhh,” someone hissed, accompanied with groans of pain that resembled how I felt.
Dazed, I pushed myself up from the green couch, only to stare up in a pair of eyes. Ryoko’s eyes.
Why was she hovering above me?
I focused my foggy head, slowly putting two and two together. An arm under my head, my hand on a waist. Were we cuddling? In front of everyone?
Shit!
I shot up, not minding my hangover for just a moment. The pinching sensation quickly returned, only twice as strong, as if to punish me for moving too fast.
“Are you okay?” I whispered, checking if anyone noticed us.
Across the metal table, Sim sat wi
