309 CCCIX. Sleep Together (1/2)

The hand reached her lower back and Reidar immediately pulled it away, while his face turned red as a tomato.

”Fuck! If she wakes up it's the end for me!” he thought again, looking for the key on Gridd's other leg, whose pants didn't seem to have many pockets, but they had to hide the key somewhere.

Finally, after touching the girl's legs for several minutes, Reidar felt a small metal body under the palm of his hand and gently stuck his fingers in that pocket, pulling out the key one millimeter at a time, beginning to sweat with embarrassment and nervousness, increased by the fact that Gridd's body began to weigh.

After retrieving the key, he immediately walked to the door, opened it, and entered the room, resting the drunken girl on the bed, making sure not to wake her up.

All the alcohol he had drunk made him lose his head and the thought of sleeping on the floor made his muscles stiffen.

His eyes were closing on exhaustion and his legs trembled as he stood by Gridd's bed, on which a little space advanced, even if it was designed for one person.

Reidar could not resist and, without even undressing, laid down next to her, falling asleep like a rock in a few minutes.

In addition to the two of them, everyone else slept without ever waking up, weighed down by the mead and the food of the night before.

Among them, Reidar was the first to open his eyes as soon as the sunlight entered the small window of the room.

Immediately, he turned to Gridd, who was still there, in the same position she had been resting in, but with the neckline of the armor slightly open.

Embarrassed as ever, he tiptoed out of bed: trying to make as little noise as possible, he didn't notice that right under his feet, on the floor, was the Failnaught.

Moving awkwardly, Reidar slightly stepped on it with his foot and the solid wood of the bow touched the ground, making noise.

At that point, Gridd began to move and stretch, and when she turned to the other side, the top of her untied leather armor slipped under her back, leaving it uncovered.

Reidar's cheeks blushed beyond measure, and the tension he felt in those awkward moments was palpable.

He lowered himself to the floor and picked up the Failnaught, tucking an arm under its rope and placing it behind his back, as usual.

The last obstacle between him and the embarrassment was the door: he looked at it, beginning to walk slowly towards it when Gridd began to move again, moaning and turning back to him, slightly opening her eyes, still a little stunned.

Reidar was paralyzed, imagining what would happen if he tried to hide.