I opened the door, and was about to say floor, when he walked past my living room and straight into my…
“Where are you going?” I called out loudly.
“Your bed,” he grumbled. “Those pillows you’re using as a pseudo-couch are too small.”
I followed him, arguing with him the entire way.
I stopped arguing when he started to shrug out of his clothes.
First his sweatshirt.
Then his t-shirt.
Followed shortly by his sweatpants.
When he was in nothing but his boxers, he collapsed face first into the bed.
“Wake me when it’s time to leave.”
Then he was snoring.
I watched as he burrowed deep into my bedsheets, wondering what I was supposed to do now, when I realized that neither one of us was going to go anywhere any time soon.
He was too tired.
And my brain hurt.
Maybe I’d join him in that nap…
Eighteen
Relationship status: table for one but drinks for two.
—Jasper’s secret thoughts
JASPER
I woke up to what sounded like crunching beside my face.
I opened one eye and found my face buried in the depths of a pillow, and realized that I felt like I was lying on a cloud.
I vaguely remembered crawling into Calli’s bed, but didn’t remember much more after that.
“Are you awake yet?” Calli asked.
I went up onto one elbow and took a look around.
I was still in her bed.
She was also in her bed with me.
And she had a lot of food around her.
She was wearing sweatpants, a camisole that molded to her every curve, and fuzzy socks.
She was wearing no bra, and I could make out every bump in her areola.
My cock swelled, and I clenched my jaw to keep from reacting.
