Later that night, everyone went to bed quickly. No dinner. No extracurricular nightly activities. They all just freshened up and went straight to sleep.
Valentine and Gabriel were given a separate bedroom—Viktor and Devon were forced to sleep on Ambrose's bed for the night.
As much as Ambrose loved his boyfriends he couldn't help but wake up sometime later at night, groaning softly when he felt himself squeezed between their almost suffocating cuddling.
His head swerved from Devon. Then to Viktor.
Both men were knocked out. To make things worse Viktor snored loudly with his mouth slightly open.
Yeah… nope.
Ambrose found a way to slip away from the S-Ranks. He came off the bed, adjusting his pajamas. He was shirtless so he could feel the slickness of their sweat on him.
After dabbing some off his chest he made his way to the bedroom door.
'How many hours are left for the special mission?'
[Well, someone's taking this a little too seriously.]
