25
Haven
I woke up on top of Wick.
“Not again,” I groaned, even as I burrowed deeper against him because he was really warm and comfortable.
After I had returned to his room last night with full pajama pants on, underwear, and a thick cotton shirt, we’d stayed up late watching Night Court. And in the midst of coming to adore the characters—Harry T. Stone, Bull, Mac, Roz, Christine, and even Dan—I fell asleep with my head on Wick’s shoulder, only to end up on top of all of him by morning.
This was becoming a routine. Seriously, Wick was going to kick me out if I kept falling asleep on him like this.
Or maybe not.
Freezing when I started to crawl off him, only to realize he had some serious morning wood going on, I zipped my gaze to his face, worried that I’d awoken him by moving so m
