Pandora's Box

Chapter 13

It was the deepest sleep I'd experienced in a while and it took a lot to drag me out of a comfortable, peaceful darkness as I came to in the waking world. Rubbing my eyes, I took the slight ache that ran twinges through me as I shift onto my back. Groaning, I rubbed my bleary, heavy lidded eyes, my back arching as I yawned loudly, feeling a more prominent ache down in my lower back. Yet despite the ache in my body it felt quite...satisfied.

My eyes glanced up at the ceiling above me, as my memories of last night fluctuated over and over again like a T.V. showing off its many scenes. A heated flush grew in my face as I ran a hand through my trussed up hair splayed all around the pillow before sitting up.

So, that's what they talk about. Holy Hera, Aphrodite, whomever is listening.

Keeping the blanket up to protect any sense of modesty, though that was now long gone, I found the right side of the bed empty but it wasn't cold meaning Warren must've gotten up recently.

How did we get to this?

Sighing, I pulled the blanket over my head as I rested my chin on my knees breathing in deeply through my nose and out through my mouth as I felt strange...nervous, confused. Unsure of myself. But only mere days ago, I tried to knock the War horseman down with a fire poker and now...

Rubbing my lips, which I faintly mused felt slightly swollen and tingly, my lips twitched faintly as I shook my head self-mockingly. Whatever happens, and maybe this should not have been a focus, but after we have gotten everything done and the others are safe, I can muse over more things to worry about. Did Warren regret it? Oh shut up! I was arguing with myself over everything until my eyes fell on the closed curtains where flickers of daylight streamed through the sides. Daylight. Morning. Maybe Pan has gotten back to us! I can worry about everything else another day, right now time to move and get up.

Throwing the blanket off, blushing as the cool morning air hit my naked body, I looked for any bit of clothes I had, musing in sarcastic delight this was not my current room and the only clothes in here was the dress I wore. Well, the under garments I had as well but that would do very little. Blushing, I grabbed a large jumper that was definitely Warren's which swallowed me whole and leaving his room I quickened to my room to find some bottoms that would definitely fit me. I could not bring myself to take off his jumper though and fighting off the strange shyness overcoming me, deciding that it was much warmer in this thick, large jumper, I kept it on and headed downstairs where it was incredibly quiet.

Was he still here? Did he maybe get some information from Pan and leave without me!? Oh no, don't you dare-he better not have-

I came to a quick stop, slipping a little on the floor as I stood at the kitchen door and finding Warren with his back to me until he heard me. He turned, facing me and I felt that red hot flush grow on my cheeks as I turned pink.

"Good morning, Pan."

"Um, good morning, Warren." I stammered, standing in front of the kitchen doorway awkwardly as we both stood across from one another. Awkward silence surrounding us but not a bad one more just...me watching Warren who watched me as if we were both unsure of what to do. He was shirtless but wore long, navy, sleep pants that hung a little low on his hips and I glanced away before I made a mockery of myself with a very visible expression.

Good God. Pull yourself together already.

"Is that my jumper?"

"Uh, yeah." His eyes lightened and his lips twitched, the amusement obvious.

"You could disappear in that."

"You're a big guy," I shrug and his brow raised slightly as he hums in agreement.