He heard the rustle of fabric and the rattle as a drawer was pulled out noisily from the dresser. He moaned, burying his head further into the pillow.
From across the room, Remy laughed, an overly-bright sound that made Lane’s head hurt even more. “I know you’re up,” his lover teased. “You’re just in time to join me in the shower.”
“Let me sleep,” Lane muttered.
Footsteps approached, then the bed jostled as Remy sat down. With a heavy hand, he patted Lane’s shoulder through the covers. Then he found Lane’s neck and began to massage it gently. “Aww, poor baby,” he cooed. “Too much wine?”
“Too much everything.” Lane’s mouth was dry, as if it had been stuffed with cotton. Sharing a shower with Remy sounded wonderful, but he wasn’t sure he could stand without throwing up. And how sexy wouldthatbe?