The first light of dawn wasn't as harsh as usual. It filtered through the cracks in the walls as a soft, pale glow.
Alias woke up first. He didn't move because his body was still wrapped in a heavy, solid muscle of heat. Theo's arm was locked firmly around his waist, his large hand resting flat and heavy over Alias's stomach.
Theo hadn't moved an inch all night, as if having Alias in his arms was just right and there was nothing else that mattered.
Alias stayed still, listening to the deep, steady sound of Theo's breathing against the back of his neck. It wasn't like he couldn't break free if he wanted to, but he felt a strange reluctance to get up.
He liked the weight of Theo's arm. He liked the warmth of his breath on his neck. He liked everything about this man, and he just… didn't know why.
As the room got brighter, he finally shifted… slightly, not in an attempt to get up but to see Theo's face, but that caused Theo to grunt in his sleep.
