Kay woke up the next morning with a light feeling and a smile on his lips. It was a good morning, and it was going to be a good day, indeed. Even the green-eyed non-human man—who was still wearing the flowy white shirt he had always worn ever since they met, whose every strand of light blond hair looked perfectly placed—who was lying on his side on the bed, watching Kay, didn’t surprise nor bother Kay anymore.
“You look like you had a good night's sleep,” Michael pointed out, tilting his head a little to the side. “Did you have a good dream? Maybe about me?” a corner of his lips turned up playfully as he poked at the tip of Kay’s nose.
Even that didn’t annoy Kay or make him move away. He was in that good of a mood.
“I feel the same,” Kay replied, even though he was sure that wasn’t the
