Chapter 8: In Which She Is Flattered

Sora woke up all warm and comfy with a small smile tugging at her lips as she stretched out her limbs, her eyes opening to be met by an unfamiliar ceiling unlike the one in her bedroom this was white and not lilac. The night before came back to her and an involuntary blush warmed her cheeks as she thought about how Ashton had read to her and she remembered falling asleep on the couch so he probably carried her here too. He was sweet. Sora's gaze landed on the wall clock and she blinked twice to confirm she was seeing straight and unfortunately she was because it did indeed read twelve thirty noon. She had slept half the morning, it was very unlike her, she usually woke up at six forty five but more importantly, her grandmother would be worried if she didn't get home as soon as possible. She got right out of bed and changed out of Ashton's shirt into her outfit from the day before. She headed out of the room with her stuff to find Ashton sitting on the couch using his phone. "Hi"