Sin awoke to a soft, shifting movement nearby. Stretched out on his stomach, he was so comfortable he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes just yet. But when he heard a low sound--a thunk--they fluttered open of their own accord.
The sight that greeted him made him wish he'd opened them sooner.
In the pale gray light of early morning seeping through the tent walls, he took advantage of the moment to feast himself on the vision of his lover.
Rein, n***d and magnificent, crouched by the fire in the next room of the tent, his back to Sin. The broad strength of his shoulders stretched and tightened as he reached to pick up several pieces of wood, then arrange them in the fire pit. His dark hair, a bit longer than when Sin had first met him, hung loose, falling just below his shoulder
