Sebastian woke around 0900 the next morning—luxuriously late, by his standards. Jay was still fast asleep, ensconced in his sarcophagus of pillows. His next appointment at the surgery wasn’t until next week, meaning neither of them had anywhere to be; Sebastian let him sleep.
After a quick shower, Sebastian settled onto the sofa with his phone. He’d notified his clients he was off until the new year, but that didn’t stop some of them from expecting immediate responses to their queries. Sebastian was sorely tempted to let auto-reply handle it, but the kind of client who’d email him on holiday was the exact kind of client who’d take exception to a form response telling them to fuck off.
Jay finally showed signs of life just before noon, stirring and grumbling against the pillows.
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