Lucien did not remember how he had fallen asleep last night; no, to be precise, he did not even know when he had passed out. It was just that when Lucien woke up, he felt as if he had just been in a traffic accident, as though a truck must have run over him several times for his body to be this broken.
He lay still for a moment, his eyes still tightly closed, just listening to the steady breathing beside him. Dominic Vance was still here, his firm arm draped across Lucien's waist, gripping so tightly that it made Lucien's already aching waist hurt even more. The faint scent of last night's lovemaking still lingered in the air, probably because they were too exhausted after the act to clean the room or turn on the air purifier.
He moved slightly and immediately felt the results of last night. His entire lower back felt as if it were about to break apart, and his lower body was so sore that even the slightest movement caused a sharp pain. Lucien cursed inwardly.
