The spice seemed to have jolted Lake awake because the Omega insisted on staying on the balcony instead of going right to bed like he wanted to earlier.
They had moved to a hammock next to the set of chairs and table. It was made of the same wicker material as the chairs, cushions padding the interior of the large basket held above the ground.
Davian couldn't complain about this outcome, not when he was cozy with his mate in his arms, watching the distant ocean, the breeze cool enough to dispel the heat from the elevated temperatures.
They didn't even have to speak, content to just share the moment together, the light from the balcony barely reaching the palm trees behind the villa.
Lake rested his head against Davian's shoulders, his tongue was still numb from dinner but he was impatient to drive down to the village after they had settled down to get more.