“s**t! Moira, are you serious?” He tried to confirm in a sleep-woozy voice. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
They’d woken up some time in the early morning. To be more accurate, Aurelius had woken up first and started rutting into his hole. Their lovemaking was as tender as the session of the previous evening. When it was over, he was sore and tired, so he’d fallen asleep right afterwards.
He was rudely awakened before half-past six because Moira had called Aurelius on the phone to inform the vampire that she was on her way to the house. His lover woke him up and told him to get ready. Now they were all sitting in the living room, discussing the latest happening, which was not something that he wanted to hear at such an insane hour on a Sunday morning when he could be sleeping in instead.
