Chapter 80 A Rude Awakening

• The gentle rays of the morning sun filtered through a gap in the heavy hotel curtains, casting a warm stripe across the rumpled bed. Edwin and Lance lay tangled in the sheets, their breathing soft and synchronized. Edwin's dark hair was adorably mussed, contrasting with Lance's golden locks that seemed to catch the sunlight like a halo.
• A sudden, insistent knocking shattered the peaceful silence.
• "Mmph," Edwin groaned, burrowing his face deeper into Lance's chest. His green eyes fluttered open for a brief moment before squeezing shut again. "Make it stop," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.