Chapter 11: Peace Offering - Lemuel

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 nipples and going across his chest, as well as the hairs trailing down between his eight-pack, over his belly button and down past the waistband of his track pants. I can make out a very impressive bulge through his pants that has my mouth going comp