Isaac woke up to find Talia curled up next to him, her form gently pressed against his side as if she'd been searching for warmth in the night. His eyes widened, and a furious blush painted his cheeks as he scrambled through his memories.
Oh. That's right. They'd stayed up playing video games.
He sniffed himself instinctively—nothing offensive. Still, he glanced back at Talia, noting the way her long lashes rested against her cheek and her lips twitched faintly in sleep. No, he definitely needed a shower. Carefully, almost reverently, he made sure she was comfortable before teleporting back to his own room.
Isaac walked straight to his closet and paused. Folded neatly on a hanger was a festive outfit he hadn't picked out himself. Of course—Chase. Today was family pajama day. Every member of the household was participating, even Hecate.
