Aaron
woke up. He rested his head on his hands studying the man lying in bed beside
him. For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t hung over. He was curious as
to why Onyx was sleeping beside him fully clothed. Onyx’s eyes opened.
“Good
morning. May I ask why you’re in my bed? Considering your state of dress, I’m
pretty sure it wasn’t for sex. I could be wrong though.”
“Morning,
Aaron. How are you feeling?” Onyx replied, warily.
“Like
something the cat dragged in, but I’ve felt worse. And you are avoiding the
question.”
“You
asked me to stay with you. I must have fallen asleep.” Onyx sat up and
stretched. Aaron watched him appreciatively. It had been a long time since he’d
felt desire. “Do you remember last night?”
“No.
What happened?”
“What’s
the last thing you do remember?”
“What
day is it today?”
“Saturday.”
Aaron
thought about that. “Wednesday. I think I remember Wednesday. After that it’s a
bit of blur.” He yawned and winced in pain. “Why does my jaw hurt?”
Onyx
smiled, amused. “I punched you.”
“Why?”
Aaron asked surprised.
Onyx
hesitated. “Let’s just say you said some things that you wouldn’t have said if
you weren’t drunk and leave it at that.”
Aaron
winced again. He knew he’d been drinking way too much lately. He rolled out of
bed and showered.
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