“Were you wearing those under your clothes?” I asked.
He didn’t say anything.
“Jackson? Your bare ass is on my couch. I’m gonna have to burn that couch now, man. Such an asshole. You blackmail me and then you don’t have the decency to stay awake.”
He didn’t move. I stood just a few feet from him.
“Irving!” I yelled. I didn’t want to get any closer. It was bad enough seeing him naked and flaccid from across the room. Didn’t want him to wake up and get an erection.
“Jackson! Wake up. I’m not doing this. I’m not writing to Mr. Green. I’m not f*****g you. Well, pretending to f**k you actually. I was never going to do that. Jesus H. Christ. Wake up!”
Crap.
I went over to him, hesitated, and then shook his arm.
Something not right here.
I turned on the lamp closest to him.
His eyes wer
