Interloper 2.0
It was the tickling warmth of breath against his nape that first roused Dorian from his sleep.
He blinked to adjust his eyes to the dimly-lit room, taking stock of his surroundings: there was a muscled, human arm draped over him, and its owner’s solid chest hot against his back as it rose and fell with each long exhale.
Dorian didn’t remember inviting anyone into his bed, certainly not after the rather vigorous night he’d already spent with he-who-must-never-be-named.
The pillow under his cheek was soft and satiny, unlike the coarse one he usually slept on. The bed was much larger – and much more comfortable – than his, with heavy brocade draperies tied back to the bedposts.
Just whose bed did he stumble into?
He shifted, prising himself free from the heavy arm. His accidental bedmate made a slight noise and rolled over onto his back.
“Is it morning already?” the man mumbled.
Dorian squinted at the stranger: wonderfully handsome, with fair hair and tawny skin, and freckles sprinkled generously across his nose. Possibly late twenties to early thirties, his full lips and long lashes lending a boyish touch to his otherwise masculine features.
And they were both nude. Marvellous.
He propped himself up on his elbow, keeping a respectable distance from the beautifully muscular, and very naked man.
“Please, do not take offense, I am usually quite good with faces, but…who are you?”
Dark eyes opened slowly, peering up at him. “Hmm?”
“I must’ve wandered into the wrong room by mistake. Sorry about that. I don’t make it a habit to wake up snuggling with handsome strangers.”
The man’s brows wrinkled in charming confusion, then his perplexity was replaced with a slow, impish smile. “Isn’t it a little early for role playing?”
“Role play? I assure you, I’m not – ”
Dorian cast his gaze around the room once more, taking in the Free Marches’ tapestries, the distinctively Orlesian carved woodwork, and a balcony overlooking what looked to be a dawning Kirkwall.
His eyes widened. Oh sweet Andraste’s arse. What in the name of the Maker was happening?