The weekend after the feast Chase woke up to an empty bed. He sat up, confused and a little upset, and looked around the room. There were no signs of Morgan.

He swung his feet over the side of the bed to get up and the bedroom door swung open, revealing Morgan who was holding a large tray of food. Chase blinked at him for a moment before frowning.

“What’s this?” he asked, motioning towards the tray in Morgan’s hands.

“Breakfast in bed,” ...