My eyes fluttered open. I was drifting in some dreamland my mind created. After the dream I had last night, I couldn't put anything past my creative imagination. It felt improbable that Grant and I were in bed together. In all the years I'd been his friend I never once thought I would be here. I stretched and accidently hit Grant, who was sleeping.
"Morning." Grant sat up, laughing. The covers fell down, stopping at the bottom of his abs. I stared a few seconds longer than I should've. I couldn't help it.
"Sorry." I went to sit up, until I registered my lack of clothing. I gasped. Why I imagined I'd be dressed, I wasn't sure.
"You good?" Grant watched me, amused.
"Uh-huh." I smiled at him. I scrambled for words. How do you describe a hurricane? "That was nice." I wanted to hit myse
