— ZORYN —
My brain instantly goes into panic mode. What do you even say to a guy you passionately made out with the night before that you barely know?
'Hey, about last night—that was pretty cool, but we probably shouldn't do it again.'
No, that's stupid.
'You're a good kisser, by the way.'
Ridiculous.
So, naturally, after going through these options in my head and coming up short, I decide to pretend it didn't happen.
"What's up?" I say casually.
Sylas raises a curious brow, but his smile is relaxed and smug. "Nothing, really. I just woke up. I take it you've been at the tournament all morning?"
"You just woke up?" I blink a couple of times. It's almost noon!
"Hmm? You seem surprised," he chuckles. "Serpents typically sleep upwards of sixteen hours a day. If anything, I've underslept with only eleven."
