The colorful birds perched on Elian's window, singing their songs of a new dawn; the soft golden sun rays swept through the white curtains and cast a warm glow on the man lying on the bed.
Elian had hardly slept all night. He couldn't close his eyes without feeling Lucien's hungry lips devouring his.
His skin kept feeling like he had a fever... a Lucien-fever where he craved a touch he knew was forbidden and completely unacceptable.
He groaned and buried his face in his pillow, clutching onto the edges for his dear life.
They were right... I'm a traitor, he thought angrily.
He was not only betraying himself, but his parents, too. How could he let this happen? How did it even happen? How dare he let himself want the same devil who had set his father ablaze?!
Anger surged through him as he slowly lifted his face from the pillow. "That's it," he muttered, sitting up on his bed.
