A large, wet, sloppy tongue licked his face from his nose to his ear and woke Adrian up more effectively than any alarm ever could. He jerked away, growled, and flopped over on his other side, away from the edge of the bed and the Pitbull.
“Disgusting! That’s not nice, Renzo,” he grumbled. Adrian wiped his face against the pillow. That was even more disgusting considering he was still using the damn pillow, and it meant a change of sheets in the morning, but he would be damned if he was going to stand up and look for a towel when he still wanted to sleep.
When Adrian had decided to keep the dog in his room for the night, he hadn’t anticipated wet tongue baths in the middle of the night. And the silly dog seemed determined, Adrian thought in frustration, because just then, he felt the sam
