Mitch slowly came awake. Something warm was clinging to him. Opening his eyes, he saw the top of John’s head. Then it all came back.
Normally Mitch and his bear managed to co-exist quite amicably, but his bear had totally overstepped the bounds the previous night.
Disengaging himself from John’s limbs, not an easy task without waking the sleeping man, Mitch sat up and rubbed at his face. Unable to help himself, he looked down at John, who looked totally at home inn Mitch’s clothes.
“I’m so screwed,” Mitch said under his breath.
The first thing to do, Mitch decided, tearing his gaze away, was to put some clothes on and get the hell out of there before John saw him.
Forgoing drawers, Mitch hurriedly put on the jeans he’d worn the previous night and slipped into a clean shirt. He looked
