Cass' head was pounding when he woke up the next morning. Absolutely painful.
He'd never had a headache that bad before in his life.
He groaned, rolling over in bed only to have a set of arms wrap around him, squeezing him tightly with a small chuckle.
"Not feeling great, my love?" The voice that spoke was rough with sleep, a little deeper than normal, but very familiar to Cass. Cass slowly opened his eyes, greeted with the bright, handsome face of Edgar. Cass winced.
"My love?" He repeated, a little confused, his own voice raspy, and Edgar gave a soft grin.
