Chapter 14
Stefan was woken by movement.
He blinked sleepily at the ceiling for a moment, before trying to follow the shifts in the mattress. He twisted onto his side, still bound at the wrists and ankles, and—stared.
They had made him stay the night. In their bed. It had been strange, trying to go to sleep in a bed that smelled of Yannis and with his master’s boyfriend less than two feet away, but Stefan must have done it.
For the movement that had woken him was them.
Daz was clearly wide awake, spread out over Yannis and seemingly attacking him with kisses. Yannis was bleary-eyed and fending him off, but—smiling. Laughing. They were murmuring in their other shared language, but Stefan could catch the gist anyway. Fondness. Fun. Daz kept catching Yannis’ hair and kissing him—short, s
