Noah woke up the next morning with a sudden, suffocating sensation.
For a terrifying second, his dreaming mind convinced him that a massive python had snuck into the master bedroom and wrapped itself completely around his torso.
He gasped, his eyes flying open in a startle as he braced for a struggle, only for his panic to dissolve into sheer exasperation.
The heavy, crushing weight binding his body was not a reptile at all. It was simply Adam's thick muscular arm, which was currently hooked around his waist in an absolute vice grip.
Noah let out a soft huff of air, his racing heartbeat slowly returning to a normal rhythm.
Despite the slight discomfort of being held like a oversized teddy bear, he was not in any particular rush to escape the warmth of Adam's embrace.
He shifted his head slightly, trying to find a more comfortable angle against the pillows.
Today was Monday, marking the official return to his normal routine after the chaos of the previous week.
