The Next Day, Ambrose had woken up before everyone else in the house. He'd just finished freshening up when all five of his partners stirred on his king-sized bed.
"Two more minutes," Gabriel groaned when he raised his head and saw the time. "Just… two more—"
Ambrose snapped his fingers.
BOOMMM!
A burst of blue flames created a tiny explosion, loud enough to wake all of them with a start.
Loki was the first to shoot to their feet, silk red nightgown nearly slipping down their shoulders. "What the fuck, Rose?" They rubbed their head. "A good morning kiss would've been way more appreciated."
"Or sex," Valentine deadpanned, eyes already roaming from the Guide's naked torso to his waist covered by a towel. "We could all head to the bathroom for—"
