𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂 ; 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙭𝙙

13

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

You groan as the soft specks of sunlight caresses your face, the rays of sunshine poking through the small pockets of space from the blinds. You tried to turn away from the sunlight, giving the sun your back as you pulled up the covers of your bed sheets over your head as a way to black out the light. Unfortunately it didn't last long as you felt yourself heat up and start to boil under the thick bed sheets, making you pull them down from your face.

Furrowing your brows, you sit up from the comforts of your bed, squinting your eyes as you try to adjust to the lighting of your room. Rubbing your eyes, you looked around your room, unknowingly looking down at the floor next to the bed, a bed made out of blankets ruffled up as if someone had been sleeping there.

Now fully opening your eyes, you couldn't help but feel your heart speed up, making you almost shoot up from your bed to look around for whoever was sleeping in your room. You don't remember taking someone to your room. So who was asleep on the floor?

As you were about to stand up from bed, suddenly realization hits you, making you scrunch up your nose as you recall last night's events, a rush of heat going to your cheeks.

After finishing with your shower yesterday evening and changing into comfortable clothes, you walked back into the kitchen with a big smile on your face. Unfortunately, that smile faded away quickly as you overheard the conversation your parents were having with DreamXD, making you regret leaving the comforts of your room.

Hearing their conversation only made you flustered, making you scrunch up your nose and feel uncomfortable about the topic. It makes you feel bad that DreamXD has to listen to the really weird advice from your parents.

To be honest, who would even want to hear your parents giving someone else (in this situation the god) lessons about STDs?

You didn't have to look DreamXD in the face to know that he was uncomfortable having this conversation, the constant shifting and bouncing of his leg giving it away.

With a deep breath, you walked into the kitchen, trying to act neutral as if you weren't just listening to their conversation just a few moments ago. The god couldn't help but smile at your presence, relieved that he didn't have to listen to your parents rant about... yeah.

Since your entrance, everything went smoothly and your parents completely changed subjects and went on to talk about other topics, such as school. Eventually your sister finally walked in through the doors and introduced herself to the god which surprisingly got along well. You'd thought that she would have started calling him names, such as pissbaby. Last time you brought someone home, your sister made fun of them till they left. Or did she have another trick up her sleeve?