Brandon
Soft raps on the door were annoying as hell at whatever time it happened to be.
It didn’t feel like he slept at all, what with a naked female girl against him. If she sensed his nerves at all, she didn’t say anything, but he was quietly freaked out the whole time.
But he planned to do that again.
There was so much he wanted to say to her, but just didn’t.
And she was there, now, back asleep in his arms and he was just in the middle of promising to never wash these sheets ever again, the shirt she wore, and never change that pillow out. He didn’t get to promise never to move again when the knocking on the door got a little louder and more urgent.
“Brandon, either you get up or I beat the door down.”
Jack.
He groaned and opened up his connection long enough to tell Jack giv
