Morning After.

Aiden's eyes flutter before they fully open. His gaze lands on Lucian, whose intense golden eyes are already fixed on him- watching, admiring, possessive.

Satisfaction lingers in Lucian's expression, a silent confirmation of everything that transpired between them last night.

Aiden blinks, his mind groggy, but as he shifts slightly, he feels the warm skin beneath him, the slow rise and fall of Lucian's chest, the undeniable heat that still lingers between them.

The realization crashes over him like a tidal wave.

His heart pounds as his gaze sweeps across the room. Light filters through the curtains, bathing the space in a golden glow.

Morning.

The night is long gone. The world outside has moved on, yet here they are- tangled, naked, on the couch.

Panic coils in his gut.