The morning glow settled on the Forgotten Court. Rays of sunlight peeked through the little cracks in the curtains. On the bed, Rowan watched his man. The dark circles under Elias's eyes had faded, but his pale skin was still evidence of the near tragedy they had experienced.
Elias yawned and squealed a little. Rowan gently brushed a few loose strands off his face, smiling softly.
"You didn't sleep much," Rowan whispered.
Elias's lips pressed together guiltily. "Peace feels strange… after so much chaos," he whispered.
Rowan could only nod. Elias watched his eyes, as captivating as the first time they met.
"Honestly, I couldn't sleep much," Elias confessed, staring sweetly at him. "After you dozed off, I watched you sleep. It felt good to see your heartbeat rise and fall, to feel you warm under my touch, and to see how you stirred toward my scent and reached." Elias chuckled a little.
Rowan smiled and pulled him into his arms.
"I love you so much," Elias whispered.
