Dan sat up, scrabbling on the table for the ibuprofen he'd put there last night. He swallowed them dry. There was a rustle of sheets next to him, and he looked over, the night's events coming back to him.
Oz said, "Good morning," and Dan pushed the heels of his hands into his eyes. "I'm way too old for you," he mumbled.
There was a soft chuckle, and Oz pulled Dan's hands away. Dan watched curiously as Oz's face darkened when he saw a bite mark on his palm.
"Did I do this?" he asked softly, dangerously. vDan nodded yes.
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