The description had him imagining that very thing happening in his stomach and he groaned, resting his cheek on the table. It was cool, and he liked that feeling. Still, he did as he was told, reaching over to gently take hold of the mug offered, forcing himself to sit up properly and sip from it. The change from cold to hot was pleasant enough, distracting from the pounding in his head.

Touch, however, felt a strange combination of wanted and shocking. The contact reminded him to relax, letting out a breath of air that he hadn't meant to hold. A warmth spread from the fact he had been kissed, and it was always nice to know just how Zev could coax the same blooming affection out of him that Jack could.

"Protesting being awake."