Dream woke up way earlier than he was supposed to, it was too early to get up and yet he couldn't fall asleep again.
He groans silently in frustration, rubbing his eyes as he rolls from one end of the bed to the other.
His brain had chosen this moment to replay the events of the day before, a supercut of Dale's intoxicating features clouding his mind.
He was supposed to be keeping his distance from the Alpha for his own sanity and yet Dale's reaction to his mood swing was enough to make him want to smile widely and tell a joke to reassure him.
He probably would have if he wasn't so embarrassed.
Dream was a really honest person but he was scrapping that attribute if Dale ever asked what happened to make his mood sour.
There was no way he was admitting that a little playful bite had fried his thinking faculties and that infernal moan...
He groans, grabbing his head in misery, it was so embarrassing.
