Page 77 of Pure Silence

“Good night, angel.”

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GOLDIE

Goldie slept so soundly that when he woke up in a puddle of his own drool, he was hardly surprised. His body felt heavy, solid, and he had muscles in his thighs and hips aching that he didn’t even remember using last night. His hole was pleasantly sore in that magical way that a bruise could be, where he wanted to pet it even though it hurt because the hurt felt so good.

He smiled and sighed loudly in satisfaction.

Wow.

Day had thoroughly rocked his worldtwiceyesterday.

A sharp twinge in Goldie’s neck made a strong argument against having a repeat of that much activity today, but he regretted absolutely nothing.

Okay,maybehe wished Day had fucked him with something other than his pickle trophy, but other than that…

Goldie stretched out his arm to feel around the bed to find Day, but he realized he was alone. He grunted as he struggled to roll onto his back, staring up at the ceiling with a groan. Oh, he was definitely going to be hurting today.

Still worth it.

He could tell it was early judging by the soft light trying to peek in through the curtains, but he wasn’t sure why he didn’t hear Purrcy meowing for her breakfast yet. There was a noise off in the kitchen, and he realized that Day must have already taken care of it.

Goldie managed to drag his legs to the edge of the bed and sit up, but his joints insisted that he stay as he was before trying to stand. He rubbed his hands, his wrists, and he worked his way up his elbows and shoulders.

Though he’d very much enjoyed Day’s massage last night, it wasn’t near enough to ease the years of arthritis from his body. He had just made his way to his neck when Day walked in carrying a to-go cup of coffee.

Day was fully dressed in another one of his new shirts and jeans, and he grinned when he saw Goldie was up. “Good morning, my angel.”

“Good morning.” Goldie smiled sleepily. “Mmm, you got up early, huh?”

“I did!” Day offered out the coffee. “I rose with the rays of the sun and beheld all of God’s great glory.”

Goldie sniffed the coffee. It smelled warm and a little spicy, like nutmeg perhaps.

Day looked offended. “It is not drugged.”

“You know what they say,” Goldie teased. “Once bitten, twice shy.”

“There has been no biting, and your coffee is fine.” Day wrinkled his nose.

“Joking, baby. Just wondering what it was.”

“It is a winter blend. I don’t know what that is, but the barista who is sleeping with her stepbrother insisted that it was very good. Also, Purrcy has been given her breakfast, and I cleaned her box.”

“Oh! Thank you.” Goldie took a small sip of coffee. “You didn’t have to do that, baby.”

“I also put up the dishes, straightened the living room, washed your counters, and I swept and mopped the kitchen.”

Goldie nearly choked. “What time did you wake up?”

“Five?” Day shrugged.

“I think that’s well before God’s glory is up.”

“I like to stay busy.” Day sat beside Goldie on the bed. “I would have changed the bedding, but you were still sleeping, and I wanted you to rest.” He kissed Goldie’s cheek. “I hope you slept well?”

“I did.” Goldie grinned, and he caught Day’s cheek to pull him in for a smooch. “Mmm,verywell.”