You both were in bed, trying to go to sleep after a long, socially draining day. You and Grian had gone to a party Scar was hosting. It was full of all the hermits and life series members. Not to mention, Lizzie and Joel brought good liquor.

Grian had be running his fingers through your hair, as you were pressed against his chest, feeling his lean figure through his sleep shirt. His wings wrapped around you like a bubble as he slowly shuts his eyes.