Breakfast for three

Sebastian wasn't sure what he was doing outside her door at eight in the morning. He wanted to talk to her. To try to understand what happened and ask her to help him understand the world around him. Ever since he'd found out that magic and all the creatures, demons and such existed, he couldn't calm down. But not only that. The woman with whom he experienced all this had settled in his mind permanently. How did she look in the morning? Was she waking up ready for feats or did she need time before she could be spoken to? He imagined her warm, tousled, with sleep-darkened eyelids, staring at him. A desire rose in his body, which he suppressed with difficulty. What was wrong with him? He had more control over his mind and body than this, he thought to himself.