Huh…? This is… Thomas's room…? Ugh… I feel weak… and my throat's so dry…
Just then, he heard a voice.
"Raffy."
Looking over, he saw Thomas lying next to him—curled up in a casual but close position.
Raising himself up slightly, Thomas reached over and caressed Rafayel's cheek. "I'm sorry… I pushed you too far in the bath. I just couldn't help myself… it's been so long since I could enjoy being with you like that. And when we were that close, there was no way I could hold back."
He smiled and placed a soft kiss at the corner of Rafayel's eye.
Rafayel's heart skipped a beat.
Wait—this is way too sweet! Are we… acting like actual lovers right now!? And wow, his recovery is fast! He was so wrecked earlier, but now he's back to full strength from just a few words from me!?
While Rafayel was silently panicking, Thomas asked, "Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"
Rafayel nodded and Thomas poured water from a bedside pitcher into a cup.
