Meow bit her lip and looked at Try again; was she overthinking this?
For some reason, Meow always felt that the name Try was familiar to her.
Including him, she had a strange sense of familiarity.
A few days ago, she had privately asked Tyr if they had met before.
But his answer was no, never...
Meow sighed, the feeling of having no memory was really awful, her past was a blank sheet of paper, and she truly... longed to find her memories and find her home.
Suddenly, the arm wrapped around her waist tightened sharply, the already small distance between her and Tyr shrank even further.
Meow was pressed tightly against his solid chest; she felt like she was almost flattened, the thin nightdress barely separating them, she could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, so hot, that thin layer of cloth almost seemed nonexistent.
"If you don't want to sleep, I don't mind doing something else."
