“Did you really dance on the table last night?” Zach teased, his voice low and playful as I stirred awake, sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains of the room.
I groaned, burying my face in the soft pillows, a wave of warmth washing over me from the previous night’s festivities. “I may have had a little too much to drink,” I mumbled, recalling the laughter and cheers from our celebration in the grand hall. “But in my defense, the music was irresistible!”
Zach chuckled softly, the sound making my heart flutter. “You were quite the spectacle. I think you surprised everyone, even me.”
Peeking out from beneath the covers, I caught sight of him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a small smile playing on his lips. He looked relaxed, his dark hair tousled and his eyes sparkling
