Ian struggled to open his eyes because of the headache that was killing him.
"This is the last time, I'm letting you control my body for this long, Nai." Whispered Ian to his wolf who was still smiling recalling what he and his mate did last night.
Ian was so tired due to his headache to the point that he did not realize that he was shirtless not only that but also he was sleeping on top of Blade while resting his head on his shirtless puffed chest.
"I'm not good at drawing but I can be your Henri Matisse if your neck can be the painting of my life's happiness."
The memory of Blade saying this while kissing and sucking his neck suddenly flashed in his mind making him widen his eyes in shock before he panicked and pushed himself away from Blade.