Andrew stared at the man beside him, bruised, exhausted, asleep, and covered his mouth.
It was inappropriate that he was smiling. Especially after how heavy yesterday had been, but…was it wrong that he thought that he looked so pretty marked up the way that he was?
Andrew was a little surprised. When he checked the clock, it had only been a few hours. Yes, it was the next day and they had gone into some of the day, but Andrew felt…refreshed. Done.
His rut had lasted less than 24 hours.
Andrew had fucked the rut out of himself. Or, it was more appropriate to say that Maxwell had fucked the rut out of Andrew. He grinned. He would have to tell Maxwell that. He'd probably laugh.
He hoped he laughed.
