Chris wasn't sure how long he lay there on the office sofa with Dax wrapped around him like a living, smug weighted blanket. But it was long enough for his heartbeat to stop trying to escape through his throat. Long enough for his brain to remember what language was. Long enough to register that Volume Three had face-planted on the carpet like it was done with life.
Dax, meanwhile, was purring.
Chris tried to lift his arm. His arm said no.
Dax looked down at him with royal satisfaction. "Comfortable?"
Chris stared at the ceiling. "Dax, I swear to God, if you don't move, I will bite you."
"You say that like it isn't encouragement."
Chris let out an exasperated moan. "I should have just asked for a pause for 6 months from intimacy as payment. Now I'm full of marks again and leaking because of you."
Dax made a thoughtful hum against his throat. "I would never have accepted it."
