<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla let out a faint moan, curling her body against his before stretching out her arms above their heads, almost mewing when she yawned, blinking awake slowly. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Lu...oh.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> a smile brightened her lips as a blush crept into her cheeks, wincing a little at the stiffness of her body.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “So…. you meant what you said about me not walking out of there under my own power…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she murmured sheepishly, entwining her legs in his.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Although i don’t think that's how it was intended…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she rested her head on his shoulder, content to just lay there, before opening her eyes once more and sitting up with a groan, looking at the clock. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Lucian…. It’s eleven in the morning…”</span>