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His breathing settled into a regular rhythm, and I could tell he had fallen asleep. How could he sleep when I was so worked up? Men!?!
I couldn’t focus on the movie that was playing. My mind was completely preoccupied with my proximity to Sam. He and his dog were sprawled across me as if they owned me, and it was nice. No, it was way beyond nice. It was fantastic and warm and comfortable.
My hands were itching to touch him. I could easily reach under his shirt and run my hands over his chest and belly. Maybe I could even do it without waking him.
What if he did awaken, though? I wasn’t prepared to deal with the idea of sleeping with Seth’s brother. Unfortunately, my Jiminy Cricket-like conscience didn’t seem to be willing to let this one slide, but my body simply wasn’t listening.
