C43 Forty-Three

Feeling sore, the next day I awoke to see grey eyes fixed on my neck with an unnerving intensity.

A knuckle slowly ran down the side of my face. "You're awake," he said softly.

With a yawn, I said, "Yes, Sherlock." It was a mercy I'd even managed to sleep at all, what with Vaughan's insatiable appetite. An involuntary blush warmed my cheeks at all we'd been up to last night