The sharp poke of an elbow broke through the pleasant haze of sleep and stimulation. Damen blinked, and heard Laurent's voice distantly as a lithe body squirmed against him. Damen groaned. He hadn't realized...he'd just been...and he was still...

"Sorry," he muttered, sleep-hoarse, letting his lower body ease away and his arms loosen. "I must have been dreaming. Don't worry, I won't..." He rolled over onto his back, his cheeks hot, his groin aching. "You can sleep undisturbed now." It was a unique feeling for Damen, the embarrassment of unwanted and unconscious advances on a lover. He was glad for the darkness to cover his confusion.