CELINEMy teeth chattered against each other from the cold, and I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, trying to conjure warmth out of nothing.The door opened, and I cracked my eyes open just enough to see Rythan walk in, carrying a small tray — warm milk in one cup, black coffee in another, a small plate of crackers set beside them.He set the tray down on the bedside table without a word, and when he looked at me, there was something gentle in his green eyes. Something I wasn't used to seeing from him."Sit up," he said softly."Rythan?" I called out.He smiled. "It's me, Zithan," he said.I pushed myself upright slowly, my head throbbing in protest at the movement. He handed me the coffee first, wrapping both his hands around mine to steady the cup, and watched patiently while I drank."You silly girl. How could you let yourself get so drunk?" he scolded, flicking my forehead playfully."I'm sorry," I admitted, smiling sheepishly, barely aware of anything else.He rolled his eye
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