That morning, Milo was ready to exercise ahead of time. It was only 5:30 AM, and the light outside was a pale, pre-dawn gray. He was already in his training clothes he got from Teo, the uniform for the guards.
He had slept well. After the exhaustion of the previous day and the strange, intense drama in Salvatore's bedroom, his body had finally given in to deep rest.
He felt a quiet sense of gratitude. For the first time in his life, he had slept peacefully.
The images of the night before still flickered in his mind, about Felix and how Salvatore teased him. But instead of feeling embarrassment, Milo felt a strange warmth.
Salvatore hadn't forced him. He hadn't punished him for refusing, either. Anyway, at this point, Milo was sure the man had just teased him, not really asked him to spread for him for real. The man had standards, and Milo was not on his radar.
