your picked your head up from blaise’s pillow, mind clouded after a long night of arousal. swallowing thickly, you looked to the beside clock; it was nearing midnight.

one of your boyfriends, theodore, flopped onto the bed beside you. he sat upright, his hand falling into your hair. blaise was in the bathroom wetting a towel to clean you up with.

“feel okay, dove?” he asked, voice ever so gentle.