24.| They All Break Eventually

Yuè woke to someone drawing the guest bedroom curtains. Not someone. Amelia. She did promise him she'd fetch him in the morning and tend to his bruises whether he wanted her to or not. But all he wanted to do was lay there for a little while longer until his muscles no longer protested.

"Rise and shine, honey." She waltzed over to the bedside and took hold of Yuè's hands, gently trying to tug him up into a sitting position on the bed. 

Yuè gave a weary sigh, allowing him to pull him upright. "I would much rather sleep."

"Absolutely not. I'm not trying to dig your grave with my own two hands." Amelia grabbed the hem of Yuè's nightgown and yanked it up over his head before he could even stop her.

Yuè squeaked in surprise, staring down at his exposed manhood and then back up at her with wide eyes. 

This time Amelia yelped and slapped a hand over her eyes and stumbled back, tripping over the edge of the dresser and crashing to the floor.