When Devon opened his eyes, the next time, he felt his bones were broken.
His back hurt, and so did his legs as he remembered what had happened last night; his face turned red as a tomato as he remembered that.
The noises that he made and how he called Simon by his name were something that he had never thought he would do.
Moreover, the place between his legs also feels weird.
Devon closed his eyes and cursed himself. How was he going to face Simon again? After everything that happened last night, it was all so embarrassing, to say the least.
Devon sighed, but his eyes shot open when he felt a hand snake around his waist, pulling him back so that his back was against a hard chest.
"Good morning."
Devon finally looked back and saw Simon over there smiling at him, Devon coughed as the last night's events flashed before his eyes all of them, and he looked down while Simon pinched his chin and kissed him.
