I’m pulled from the most peaceful night’s sleep I’ve had in centuries as a stream of bright light hits my eyes. I instinctively turn away in an attempt to hide from it, but it would seem the light isn’t the only intrusion to my sleep.
“Good morning!” cheers a familiar voice. How can a voice be both comforting and grating at the same time?
“Hése mas,” I grumble into my pillow.
“You speak Greek?!” he shrieks as I hear something being placed down on the nightstand, forcing me to give up on sleep and sit up.
As my eyes adjust I now realise Sebastian is standing by the bed in nothing but grey track pants that are hanging dangerously low on his hips. I swallow down the lump in my throat as my eyes trace over the dusting of hair circling his n*****s and going across his chest, as well as the
