A pungently sweet scent woke Thor. That, along with the sensation of someone rubbing his feet. The odd combination snapped Thor’s eyes open and had him glancing around to discover his whereabouts. “What the…?”
Zach grinned at him from the end of the bed where Thor’s feet were sticking out from under the blanket. “Have a nice nap?” He wore only the silly white boxers he’d purchased soon after arriving with the ridiculous phrase written on the rear. While certainly a novelty item and not suited for everyone, at least they showed off Zach’s primed body.
With a grunt Thor rubbed his face and checked the clock on the wall. “How long did I sleep?”
“A few hours.”
“Am I mistaken or was Lavender in here?”
“She was. I fed her not too long ago, then she took off toward the ground level entrance.
