The sun has risen and Justin's eyes were wide open as he stared blankly at the white ceiling.
His naked body filled with hickeys and bite marks was under the blanket.
He couldn't seem to process what happened between them last night. It was as if everything was just a dream to him, but that wasn't the case at all.
As soon as he woke up, he felt like a cold bucket of water filled with ice was poured on his head.
The steamy night they shared with each other after Tristan marked him kept playing inside his head continuously, making him feel more and more embarrassed as every second goes by.
'Is this really happening? Am I not dreaming?' Justin thought as he spaced out. 'What am I gonna do once I go back home? How am I gonna explain things to the twins? More importantly, shouldn't I head back right now?' he thought.
