Chapter 169 Harem Hole Ch4
- He woke up to the smell of coffee and the quiet hum of voices.
- Or maybe he didn’t really wake up — maybe he drifted, half-lost in the haze of last night, their mouths, their hands, their claims.
- He stumbled into the kitchen in nothing but loose pajama pants, the bite marks on his chest still stinging where the blonde had marked him the night before.