Axel stirred in bed, tossing and turning with a soft groan. His body ached in all the wrong—or maybe right—places. Slowly, he peeled his eyes open, only to be greeted by the sight of Jayvaughn buttoning up the last part of his sleek black suit.
"Good morning," Axel mumbled groggily, voice hoarse with sleep.
Jayvaughn turned at the sound of his voice, a warm smile spreading across his lips. He crossed the room and bent over to place a soft kiss on Axel's forehead. "Morning, sleepyhead. Go back to sleep, okay? I'm heading to the company now. You can warm up breakfast when you wake up properly."
Axel yawned, stretching under the covers. "Wait… you cooked?" he asked, surprised.
Jayvaughn chuckled and nodded. "Of course. I didn't want you waking up to nothing."
Axel made an effort to sit up, but the second he moved, soreness jolted through his limbs. He winced, then glared at Jayvaughn. "Ugh. This is your fault. My entire body is sore."
