Chapter 90

Celeste woke up the next morning feeling like she had just competed in a championship sport the night before—her body was sore and battered.

She rubbed her eyes, stretching and turning her gaze to the man beside her, who was holding her tightly.

Sunlight was streaming onto his handsome face. It was no longer the early morning peek but rather noon.

She lifted her weak arm to smooth out Semion's thick, disheveled hair. Her eyes traced his prominent brows and long eyelashes. She ran her fingertip down his high nose and over his thin lips.

Then she realized Semion was awake, as he couldn’t suppress the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile. His cheeks also rose, trying to fight returning to their usual state.

Unable to help herself, she smiled and closed her eyes. “S-Se…” She stopped, her voice hoarse, likely from all the shouting and cheering from the previous night’s joy. “Are… um, have you been awake for a while?”

“No.” His eyes remained closed.

She tried to remove Semion’s heavy a