Morning sunlight stretched across the mansion like warm honey, spilling through the tall windows and painting golden patterns across the marble floors.
For once, the house felt slow.
Peaceful.
Almost lazy.
Aiden was sprawled across the couch in the living room with a blanket thrown over his legs, half watching a movie and half drifting in and out of sleep. The exhaustion from the night before still clung to his body like a stubborn shadow.
Noah had been hovering around him all morning.
Coffee.
Breakfast.
Another massage.
Aiden had lost count.
At this point he was fairly certain Noah felt personally responsible for every sore muscle in his body.
Which, technically…
He was.
Aiden smirked slightly as he lifted his cup of coffee.
Noah stood in the kitchen doorway watching him carefully.
"You look tired."
Aiden raised an eyebrow.
"I wonder why."
Noah coughed awkwardly.
"…right."
Aiden stretched his arms over his head slowly.
His back cracked.
Then his hips.
