The first ray of morning sunlight slanted through the window screen into a room littered with empty wine bottles.
The smell of stale alcohol hung in the air, mingling with two distinct body scents to create a peculiar atmosphere.
"Achoo!"
Greg's nose tickled. After sneezing, he groggily opened his eyes.
A dazzling shaft of morning light greeted him. He instinctively squinted, then realized that at some point, he had rolled off the table and ended up lying on the floor.
What surprised him even more was that Olivia and Luna were sleeping on top of him, one on either side.
Olivia was practically sprawled across the right side of his chest, her long, wine-red waves spilling over his shoulder and onto the floor like flowing wine.
Her sleeping posture was utterly careless. One leg was draped over his, and a glistening trickle of drool ran from the corner of her mouth, soaking a small patch of his clothes.
Luna, meanwhile, slept on his left, her posture far more graceful than Olivia's.
She lay on her side with her head resting on his left arm, her long, silvery-white hair fanned out like a waterfall, gleaming softly in the morning light.
Her breathing was faint, and her long eyelashes cast delicate shadows beneath her eyelids. Her exquisite face, as beautiful as a work of art, looked especially serene and gentle in sleep.
I don't exactly dislike this view, but what's going on?
Greg initially wondered how things had ended up this way, but a twinge of pain in his head brought back the events of the previous night.
His plan had worked.
Although Olivia and Luna had not told him their decision to his face, he had overheard their conversation while pretending to sleep, so he was no longer worried about that.