(Author’s POV)
Aurora was still feeling embarrassed and was laying on the bed, cringing into her pillow fort, when there was a soft knock at the door, followed by it creaking open just a bit.
“Aurora?” Came Owen’s warm, teasing voice.
“Please tell me I didn’t try to kiss the TV again…” She peered out from under the pillow just enough to groan. Owen chuckled, walking in with a tall glass in hand.
“Only three times. The TV sends its regards, by the way”.
“I can never show my face again” Aurora let out a dramatic whine and flopped back. He sat beside her and gently offered the glass.
“Lemonade. For your hangover. James made it. Minty and full of judgment”.
“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?” She peeked at him with a squint, slowly sitting up.
“Nope,” Owen grinn
