Davian was sleeping. Why would he be doing anything else? Although, if Ambriel had been there in the bed with him just then, sleep would've been secondary because one of the things the demon loved to do was find different places to have sex in. Ambriel was almost always willing, but when it became too public, he put his foot down. The angel had a sense of modesty - a sense - that the demon never would.
But tonight, Davian had fallen to sleep after Ambriel left to get Chinese from the tiny restaurant on the corner across the street from the hotel. Davian wasn't too worried that Ambriel couldn't complete the task by himself, and since it meant Davian could stay in bed, the demon had willingly nudged his fiancé out of bed to fetch them some food and then burrowed back under the covers. This was the fucking life.
Until something loud banged against the bedroom door and jerked Davian out of sleep. Paxton's words returned to him in an instant.
You need to be wary. Every day, every second. If anyone recognizes you, you're dead, and your boyfriend too.
Swallowing hard, heart racing, Davian clutched the pillows with his claw tipped fingers and stared at the door until he heard Alex's familiar voice. Familiar, but sounding more stressed than was normal.
"Lex?" Davian got out of bed, tangled in blankets and sheets and having to struggle to break free, but he made it to the door and opened it. He hadn't bothered to get dressed and stood in the doorway naked, looking Alex up and down, then past him into the common area. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a fucking ghost." Or a Demon Lord from Hell's Kitchen. Davian swallowed hard.