The first thing Daon registered was warmth. A deep, comforting warmth pressed along his side. Then, the feel of soft skin beneath his arm. His eyes flew open.
Morning light streamed into the room, illuminating a scene that made his heart stop. Eunjae was asleep beside him, his dark hair fanned out on the pillow, his breathing even. And they were both very, very naked under the rumpled sheets. Daon's own arm was draped possessively over Eunjae's waist.
Panic, cold and immediate, seized him. He jerked his arm back and scrambled upright, the movement violent and sudden.
The jostle woke Eunjae with a start. "Wha—? Yah!" he cursed, blinking sleepily and glaring at Daon. "What's wrong with you? You pass out like a log last night and now you're waking up like it's the last day of earth?"
