Roman Draven's eyes slowly stirred open.
Perhaps it was the dull throbbing pain wrecking through his body or the sheer effort it took to pry his eyes apart, but even before fully waking, he already knew exactly where he was.
Or more importantly— who he was laying on.
His head rested against something firm yet strangely comfortable.
Aeron's thighs.
Honestly, for most normal people, this would have been the moment they immediately sat up after realizing another grown man was unknowingly cradling their head.
Unfortunately, Roman was not normal.
Instead, he closed his eyes again and shamelessly settled deeper into the warmth.
Didn't he say it already? Their bond was becoming tighter than an old grandmother clutching her church purse during offering.
Aeron's irritated voice ruined the moment.
"I know you're awake." There was a pause. "You can get up now."
Reluctantly, Roman lifted his head from Aeron's lap and shifted away from him.
