The phones start ringing again, muffled and distant, as if the sound is struggling through water.
Kyle stirs, a dull, heavy ache clinging to every bone, muscles tight with a lingering soreness that makes him wince.
He blinks against the dawn light and feels weight pressed over him- Ashen, draped across his chest, a solid, boneless sprawl of heat and softness.
He doesn't even remember when they shifted positions, only that Ashen's warmth feels impossibly right against him.
The ringing pulses on, insistent, but it fades in Kyle's awareness the moment he focuses on Ashen's face, barely an inch below his chin.
Ashen's lips are swollen, darkened from being kissed, bitten, from being claimed. A surge of possessiveness sparks through Kyle, raw and bone-deep, so fierce it feels like a voice roaring mine straight through his mind.
Before he can think, his arms slide around Ashen's shoulders, drawing him tighter against his chest.
