Neville slowly woke up and blinked his eyes open. He became aware of the warmth beside him. The naked body embracing its own naked body. The lingering mix of ocean and freshwater pheromones.
He looked at Grayson, who was deep in his sleep, wrapping his arms around him like before. He didn't have his brows furrowed today; his lips were even parted slightly. It was a delight to see him sleep like this.
For a long moment, Neville enjoyed the eye-candy of sleeping Grayson. Then, he tried to extract himself from Grayson's arms carefully. Usually, Grayson's muscles would flinch at the sign escape. He would even growl and tighten his arms, which made Neville feel like a stuffed toy in the grip of a child.
But today, he managed to move Grayson's arms away easily.
Neville managed to slip freely with minimal wiggling, rolling to the edge of the bed, and swung his bare feet on the floor without much of a grumble of protest from the sleeping Grayson.
This was really strange.
