Syria’s POV
“Hey…”
A familiar yet raspy voice made me open my eyes. Something was shaking my shoulder. The hands were rough. I blinked a few times, with a heavy body, until my vision finally cleared.
“Kael…?”
For a second I just stared at him, a little caught off guard.
“Hey,” he said again.
I tried to push myself up, but the moment I moved, my body complained. Everything was sore. Especially down there.
The memories of last night suddenly hit my memory. My face burned instantly, and I couldn’t look him straight in the eye.
He scratched the back of his neck, his expression a little guilty. “I’m sorry. Are you sore down there?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, not really sure what else to say.
That’s when I noticed the smell. It was something warm. I glanced beside him and saw a tray of food.
