“Rory. Wake up.” His shoulder was shaken.
He opened his eyes. Liam’s face, illuminated by flickering candlelight, was leaning over him.
“It’s time to get up.”
Rory tried to punch his pillow, but it felt hard and un-pillow-like. He lifted his head and looked down at a wide shoulder. He blinked and shifted his gaze upward. “Zane?” Then the events of the previous evening all came back to him.
Liam’s expression softened. “Be careful. He’s straight.”
Rory yawned then rubbed his face. He felt rested. He’d had one of the best night’s sleep he could ever remember.
Liam touched the wick of his candle to the one on the nightstand nearest Rory. “Remember, breakfast in fifteen minutes,” he said before leaving the bedroom and closing the door softly behind him.