Axel stirred slowly, the warm weight of a strong arm draped around his waist, anchoring him to reality. As his eyes fluttered open, he found himself cocooned in Jayvaughn's embrace, their legs tangled together beneath the sheets. A sleepy smile curled on his lips as he turned to face the man beside him.
Jayvaughn's face was close—too close—and Axel couldn't help but study every detail. The long lashes resting softly against his cheeks, the relaxed brow, the perfect shape of his lips. Everything about Jayvaughn's sleeping form felt surreal, like a dream he'd fallen too deeply into.
"Why are you so handsome?" Axel murmured under his breath, then chuckled to himself. "Well, not that it matters. You're mine."
To his horror, Jayvaughn's lips curved into a knowing smile.
Startled, Axel gasped and blinked up at him. "Wait—you were awake?! Did you hear what I just said?"
