7
I woke to find myself in a cocoon of sheets and arms. If it wasn’t for a headache and a pasty mouth, I’d think I was wrapped in a puffy cloud in heaven.
“Evan?” I whispered for fear of spreading my skunk breath.
I froze as his body brushed against mine. His eyes blinked open in a dreamy way.
“You passed out last night,” he said full of sleep.
“It must have been your kiss,” I said.
A smile played across his lips. “It was a great kiss.” His fingers brushed off the wayward strands of hair around my face.
“Do you have to work today?” I asked.
“Already trying to get me out of your bed?” he said with a smirk.
“Not at all.”
“Can I come over tonight?”
“You already have an open invitation to come over and study any time you want.”
“I wouldn’t come over to study.”
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