26
GARRETT
Soft warmth pressed against me, and I knew I dreamed. Keeping my eyes closed to prolong the heaven my imagination awarded me, I snuggled in closer. The scent of lavender and sleepy Haley filled my lungs.
My lips twitched—and so did my morning wood.
Small hands ran over my back, hot breath on my neck…
Haley.
I blinked my eyes open, my breath held.
A gorgeous spill of maroon hair lay across the pillow we shared. One of my hands fisted in her tresses. The other clutched at her round a*s cheek, keeping her tight against my groin.
Aching groin.
“Holy s**t,” I croaked out a whisper, and Haley released out a throaty sigh.
Adrenaline rushed through me, and I held still, barely breathing as the night replayed in my head—and I grinned like a damn dork, thankful as f**k Wyatt had
