Sloan
I WAKE UP with a cover overtop of me, instilling heat in my bones like a radiator.
Groaning, I shift. As it happens, I'm not under a radiator. Max's leg is thrown over both of mine, his arm is slung over my waist and his face is buried in my neck.
"Maximus Kane," I hiss, trying to get out of his arms.
He just shifts on top of me completely, his face now resting between my breasts with a baby like pout.
I hiss his name once more, and upon a snort for a reply, I jab my index finger into his sternum.
Breathlessly, he wheezes, coughs, chokes until he finally arrives at a glare.
"Really, little Red?" He glowers, "Really though?"
I shrug in dismissal, heaving him off me and into the floor. Immediately I grab my work phone from my nightstand, noticing the emails, texts, missed calls
