From the depths of a very good dream, Kade heard a beloved voice calling.
“Arcadia…”
Kade began to stir.
The voice grew louder. “Hey, Arcadia…”
“Nn…” he grunted. Rising slowly into wakefulness, he opened his heavy eyes into small slits as he asked groggily, “Wha-at?”
Arden answered, “It’s poking me.”
“Po…?”
Instantly wide awake, Kade opened his eyes all the way up.
His and Arden’s positions from when they went to sleep hadn’t changed much. They were still both lying on their side as Kade spooned the smaller man.
But where the night before, Kade had only been draping an arm innocently over Arden’s body, he now found that his hand was holding on to the man’s hip while his own lower half was firmly lodged in the crook of Arden’s thighs.
If Kade had to guess… he must have been lewd
