Ever since getting into...whatever this was with Ate, Charon had known it was a bad idea. Eventually they'd be found out and have to face the consequences, and those wouldn't be fun at all. (He didn't relish the fact of finding out what happened if he died. Did he pay and ferry his own shade? His brain blanked out when he tried to picture it.)
But for now, at least, it was still their secret, and it was...kind of nice. As nice as broken windows and loud, violent sex that made his neighbors hate him could be. (Which, it turned out, was pretty good.) She was usually gone by the time the sun came up, and that was just fine. She usually came around later that day.
Today was different, though. When he woke that morning, he instantly knew that he wasn't alone in the bed. One of his hands was definitely touching skin, and the mattress dipped down on the other side. And then someone was kissing him, and his eyes fluttered open to see Ate's face looming over him. "Morning, sunshine," he rasped.