The room was still dark when the alarm started ringing, disturbing Lane's blissful rest. It wasn't necessarily because the nights in the Eldenveil were all that long… But rather because with the workload they had to complete, they had to get up before dawn.
Lane understood it, but…
"Mmmh…" he groaned, snuggling closer to Damien. So much so, that he was practically lying on top of the man.
Just because he understood, it didn't mean that he was willing to.
"Lane, we have to get up," Damien nudged him, letting out a quiet sigh.
But Lane only muttered in response, "You're already up."
He wasn't talking about Damien being up from the bed, obviously, since the man's muscular body was still serving as Lane's body pillow. What he was referring to was Damien's not-so-little friend, which was poking at Lane's thigh…
