The following day, Alistar and Anice awoke around the same time. He was shocked to find that he had turned over in the night and that they were now pressed up against one another like molten metal filling a mold, his front to her back as they lay there in the early morning quiet. Confusion held the fore of his mind, though he subconsciously marvelled at how comfortable he currently felt.
He had yet to regain his wits when she slowly blinked her eyes open, moving her hips with a tired frown and then reaching beneath the covers as if searching for a source of discomfort. Both of them froze as she grasped the cause with confused fingers, though before either of them could say a word of mortification, she punched him in the nose, scrambled out of bed and then hurried out of the room, forgetting her pillow in the process.
