Zamiel woke feeling strange. It felt like his personal space was invaded. Turning in bed, he peeked through his long lashes and almost got a heart attack when he came face to face with Euphorion. He was so close to pushing him off bed.
What was he doing in his bed? And with no clothes on.
As much as he enjoyed his company, sometimes he just wanted to get rid of him. Zamiel thought of what the best way to wake him up would be. Throw water on him? No, he would enjoy that.
Maybe throw tea on him? He wouldn't like that. But maybe if he added some honey, he would appreciate it.
Euphorion stirred and threw one arm over Zamiel's shoulder.
Oh no! This man was dead!
Zamiel kicked him out of bed and Euphorion fell down with a loud thud, followed by a groan. He turned on his back and lay on the floor for a short moment, until he was fully awake. Then he got up on his feet.
