Shay's Point of View
I wake up slowly, with my back pressed against Zane's chest and I sigh contently.
I try to snuggle even closer to his comforting warmth but something pokes me.. I frown trying to wriggle away from it, but it just keeps poking me. Without opening my eyes, I push the thing poking me away from me. Hard.
There it moved, but as it moves away so does Zane's warmth. I hear him groan in pain.
"Jesus Shay! What was that for?"
"What do you mean?"
I turn to look at him with a frown. I see Zane holding his groin and realization strucks me.
"I'm sorry! Something was poking me and I tried to move it away, but it wouldn't budge. Oh god. That was you?"
"Of course it was me! What else could it have been? That is not the way I thought we would wake up."
"I'm sorry! Can I do a
