#Chapter24
The blistering heat of the narrow tub welcomed his body like a season pass to Hell; Angel somehow figured he'd better get used to the heat, all sins considered.
Steam billowed along his eyeline, fanning against his face with enough malice that sweat beads began to gather at his brow. As his head fell back against the plushy bath pillow Lucien had set up for him, a deep sigh rippled through his body, jarring through his powerful chest, hitting the air as more of a growl than breath.
Heavy thoughts plundered his restless mind, disturbing what thin veil of peace he held a claim to. He was tired. The hour had grown, breaching into those impossibly small digits of the morning, but sleep, as it often did, evaded him. His relationship with snoreville was real fucking cute that way.
