Can you be mine? (II)
Rafael woke up with a start, his eyes fluttering open. His heart thumped hard in his chest as he took in his new surroundings.
"Better…" he muttered, confirming that he was back in France.
Raising his body from the bed, he saw how soiled it had become. Looking at himself, he felt as though he had been underwater and then pulled out.
His sweat had soaked the bed.
"Fuck…" he cursed. As he was still processing that, the knocks he had been hearing in his dream resurfaced, louder now than when he had been dreaming.
Rafael threw off the blanket and rose from the bed, walking to the door. Then, he stopped. He looked down at himself and noticed what he was wearing.
"I'm coming," he called to whoever was at the door as he turned back to the wardrobe in the room.
Rafael crouched slightly, now free from the pain that had once assaulted him. The injury from the gym had subsided, and there was no need for him to crouch anymore.