Clarice POV
I have no idea what time it is when my eyes pop open. Despite the room being dark, I can tell I'm not in my room. Based on the dark colors and Nick's scent, I'd guess I'm in his room. Besides, the bed has to be a California king. I slide out of bed and realize that it's still dark outside. I grab my phone off the nightstand and see it's only two in the morning. Where is Nick if I'm in his bed? Maybe he went upstairs to sleep in mine in Chrissy's apartment. I make my way toward the door and open it slowly.
I make my way down the short hallway. My mouth goes dry when I step into the living room and see Nick bare-chested, sleeping on the small couch that is far too small for his large frame. I thought Santa was supposed to have a round belly that shakes like jelly, not an eight
