The alarm went off, waking Hiro immediately.
It was one of his flaws—or perhaps one of his strengths. Even if he slept late at night, he would always wake up on time regardless.
He slowly blinked, clearing his blurry vision. His eyes burned from all the crying last night while the alpha pinned him on the bed, pounding into him roughly. It was rare for Felix to rush things or become so impatient.
They must be swollen…
He sighed.
When he tried to sit up, he found Felix's arm resting across his still-bare chest.
The young man carefully lifted the arm off himself before quietly rising from the soft mattress. Turning around, his gaze wandered across the bed.
It was clean. As though last night had been nothing more than a dream.
"He must've cleaned everything…" Hiro assumed before entering the washroom.
Within a few minutes, he had already showered and changed into the clothes he would be wearing to work.
