You woke up in the morning feeling sore and tired, weird. You never felt like this, right? Suddenly the memories of last night flooded into your brain. Right.

You were laying next to Vox, who looked quite awake, admiring your presence next to him.

“Goodmorning sleepy head, how are you feeling?” He asked with an affectionate smile, gently tracing small circles on your back.

His question was already answered, your face was flushed, naked in his bed, and sore all over.

He chuckled, stroking a strand of your hair out of your eyes and behind your ear.

“Did I go a bit too hard last night?”