When Kellen woke up, he had no idea where he was. Everything was blurry, soft, and felt far too lonely.
The last time he'd remembered falling asleep he'd had Rhys wrapped around him from behind. He had gotten far too comfortable for that kind of sleep posture for this to be the outcome. Where was he? Where was his man?
"Love?" It was the soft call of a man who he expected to be beside him, not calling from his bedside like he was some sickly city Guide. He'd had enough of that for a while.
"Where are we?" Kellen asked, his throat feeling dry. Rhys, as if able to read his mind, came into view with a cup and a straw. He gave it to Kellen before carefully helping him up into a seated position.
"Do you remember where we are? What we did?" Rhys asked. He sounded very scared and Kellen had no idea why he was so worried. Kellen gave him a strange look as he pulled the orange juice up the straw and coated his slightly sore throat.
