"Boy, you really have a temper when you're drunk." She murmured as she wiped his face. "You think I enjoy catering to you? You reek of alcohol... Aren't you supposed to be a neat freak? If it weren't for your leg still healing, I wouldn't bother helping you."
As he listened to her complaints, his breathing gradually steadied and he started to feel sleepy. Her voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect.
After she cleaned him up, she pulled up the covers for him.
By the time she returned from the bathroom, where she'd left the basin and towel, he was already asleep.
Finally, she could breathe easy.
She sat down next to the bed and looked around the room.
The thought of being filmed all day along during her first three months living there gave her the creeps.
There shouldn't be any cameras left in the room, right?
Although Elijah had a temper, he wasn't a sicko.
She got up and fetched her own pillow and blanket from her room.
Elijah woke up several times during the night but was too groggy to notice the extra person in the bed.
So they both passed the night without incident.
The next morning, sunlight gently streamed in through the window.
On the bed, Violette's arm was resting on Elijah's chest, and her leg was draped over his thigh. She was sleeping peacefully.
Elijah woke up with a headache, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Violette's face close to his.
As if sensing his gaze, she opened her eyes less than a minute after he did.
They locked eyes, and the atmosphere immediately became awkward.
His eyes were clearer than last night, but still bloodshot.
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