"Edward."
"Hm…?" I cracked open my eyes, still hazy with sleep, only to find Amaya's face barely an inch from mine, her red eyes peering into me curiosly.
It took a second, but once my vision focused, I realized I was resting on something soft and warm… softer than a pillow. I tilted my head slightly and—oh. I was lying on Amaya's lap.
Her thighs, to be exact.
"…Why am I sleeping on your lap?" I asked, trying to stifle a yawn, but failing miserably. My whole body still felt heavy, like I had just wrestled with a mountain and lost.
Instead of answering, Amaya tilted her head. "Who is Nemesis?"
I blinked, caught off guard. "What?"
"You were whispering that name in your sleep," she said. "You sounded like you were in pain… and then you mumbled something like 'you are beautiful, Nemesis' and then you started making weird noises like—"
"A–Alright, Stop!" I cut her off, my face suddenly heating up.
