Chapter 8Remus
He’d woken with a jolt an hour ago, Murphy’s body pressed along the length of his, their limbs tangled. Remus was no innocent; he’d f****d his way through a long line of men but waking up with one was a novelty. Even with Joe, he’d struggled to stay the entire night.
“Time is it?” Murphy’s sleep heavy voice mumbled.
“A little after six.”
Murphy squirmed, rolling and shifting about until he’d maneuvered into the same position that he’d fallen asleep in last night: head on Remus’ chest, one arm thrown over his stomach, a leg lying haphazardly over Remus’. Should he put his arms around him again? Or was Murphy so drowsy with sleep he didn’t realize what he was doing and with whom?
Feeling an equal sense of calm and awkwardness, Remus eventually settled on draping an arm ov
