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Thanks to the tempting scent of crisp bacon.
“At least I know you’re slightly coherent since you realized I’m speaking in magic Latin and not complete English,” she announces and places the cup of pumpkin steamy goodness before me. “You’re not a morning person, are you?”
“Not after the best sex in years,” I grunt.
“Got it.” Blair couldn’t sound happier as I watched her sprinkle some pink stuff on top of the whipped cream. “That should do it. Don’t worry, it’s not poisonous, lethal, or in any shape or form give you diarrhea.”
I pause at the diarrhea part just to give her an arched eyebrow.
“What? People die from having the shits.”
I smirk and proceed to take a generous sip of the warm drink. It doesn’t take long for the magical effects to kick in. A few more sips and my mind doesn’t feel completely frazzled. This is the perfect ‘reboot’ drink.
“Thank you for saving me,” I groan. “Wait. What time is it? Why are you eating bacon for dinner?”
“It’s six-thirty in the morning, Ophelia,” Blair acknowledged with a proud grin. “So much for waking me up, hmm?”
“Aww, fuck,” I groan. “Sorry, Blair. Um…”How do I explain this?“A lot happened when you took a nap.”
“I heard,” she says with a wink as she grabs plates of fruit and pancakes and brings them to my end of the island.
“Heard?” I’m struggling to catch up.
“I mean, the whole of N.M.U. would have heard you guys if I hadn’t put up a soundproof spell. I’m not really good at it yet, so I only managed to secure the suite and not narrow it down to just your room.”
Heat is rushing to my cheeks.
“So… you heard…”
“Every moan, grunt, scream, beg, and cry for more,” she summarizes and takes a sip of her drink. “Ah. Pumpkin spice latte is the best. This just hits the spot. I’m confident we won’t die today.”
Why is that funny?
I giggle before I realize it.
“I’m surprised you’re not petrified right now,” I point out as we pick our plates of a variety of breakfast food. I’m more focused on pancakes, bacon, and fruit, but there are hash browns, eggs, sausages, and a variety of vegetables. “I thought the walls would be plastered with ‘she’s a hoe’ signs.”
“Now, I wouldn’t say you’re a hoe,” she counters. “Mr. Blonde with blue-green eyes didn’t look like a hookup.”
“You saw him?” I groan. “He slept here the whole night?”
“Snuggled against you, snoring up a storm. I knew right there and then that you have to love him in some shape or form to sleep through construction work noise.”
“It’s not that bad,” I laugh. “Okay, I’ll admit now, I’m a really deep sleeper. I use spells to wake me up because I feel as though I ascend to different universal planes otherwise.”
“That’s actually cool,” she praises. “You know you can expand on that with the right teacher.”
“Really?”
“Hmm. It could come in handy. I think I read if you can ascend in your sleep, you can save people from Death himself. Have no clue how it correlates, but I think we have a class in our curriculum that will teach us about the strings of life and death and how we can secure one’s dead spirit and preserve their body so you can revive them.”
“Why do I feel like that would be useful?” I ponder.
“Would be at a school where you can die before you reach class.”
“Lovely,” I comment and sigh. “That was my ex.”
“The way he was smiling out the door makes me believe he’s no longer your ex, huh?”
