THE MASTER BEDROOM WAS PITCH BLACK WHEN SOMETHING ROUSED ME FROM sleep. My entire body stiffened when I realized a large hand was pressed flat to my belly, and that hand was attached to a very large, very warm body spooned against my back. “It’s me, Noemi. You can relax.” Conner’s tired voice melted around me like warm butter. “I just picked a side,” I murmured sleepily. He grunted. “There’s s**t all over the dresser.” “And the bathroom, too.” I grinned to myself. “My house, my shit.” www.ajpdf.com Seemingly too tired to argue, he only huffed before his breathing drifted into gentle snores. The next time I woke, light seeped into the room from the edges of the drapes. Conner was no longer curled around me, though one of his hands still lightly held my forearm from where he lay as though he
