Waking up in the arms of a man was for Mikołaj an experience still new, but pleasant. Stefan's strong, warm hands hugged him and his breath warmed his neck.
Skrzynecki was so tired yesterday that he did not even remember when he went to bed and fell asleep. He didn't even know when Szwedas had slipped under his covers. He only had a vague memory of having heard sweet words for good night and felt warm kisses. After getting ready for sleep like this, he couldn't have had a bad night.
Even so, just like yesterday, he woke up with a slight headache. However, this did not prevent him from being happy.
Suddenly, the man wrapped around him put a hand on his forehead.
"You have a slight fever," announced Szwedas. "Probably from exhaustion as I didn't notice a runny nose or cough. Do you have a sore throat? "
"No," Mikołaj shook his head. "I just have a headache."
Stefan rose on his elbow.
"Did you hurt yesterday evening too?" He asked.
