I rolled over in my bed, feeling groggy and confused, struggling to piece together what exactly was happening. My mind was sluggish, my body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that only came from nights spent in all the wrong ways.
Maybe I should have gotten a few more hours of sleep. Maybe I shouldn’t have let my brother’s best friend keep me up half the night, shouldn’t have let him wake me up again at some ungodly hour, only to wind me up so goddamn hard that thinking about anything other than him became impossible.
But it wasn’t Will standing there in the doorway. He wasn’t poking his head through like some mischievous teenager, grinning and asking if I was awake.
No—it was Mike.
Mike, who had gone down on me yesterday with a kind of dedication I still couldn’t fully comprehend. Mik
