"Zach—stop!" I squeal, twisting in his arms and laughing so hard my stomach hurts.
"Say it," he teases between chuckles. "Say I'm the only guy you find hot."
"Never!" I gasp, half-crying from laughter.
"Wrong answer."
"Okay, okay! You're the hottest guy alive!" I finally shout, breathless and giggling as he lets up.
"That's what I thought," he says, smug and grinning.
And that's exactly when the dorm door swings open.
Sam trudges in, backpack hanging off one shoulder, hair a mess, eyes shadowed from too many late nights. She stops, takes one look at us tangled up on the bed, still laughing, and groans.
"Seriously?" she mutters, dropping her bag with a thud. "You two are really out here rubbing your relationship in my single face? I haven't slept in days, and now I have to watch the two of you like this?"
I bite back a laugh. "You love us."
Sam groans into her pillow. "Yeah, yeah. Just—keep it PG, okay? I'm too tired to pretend I don't hear things."
Zach chuckles, loosening his arm around me. "Relax,angel,we're not corrupting your dorm innocence tonight."
She lifts her head just enough to glare at him. "You already did that when I walked in."
He smirks, totally unfazed. "Then maybe next time we'll hang a scrunchie on the doorknob—save you from the emotional trauma of seeing things you can't unsee."
"Ew, gross!" Sam throws a pillow at him, missing by an inch before collapsing back onto her bed. "You two are disgusting."
Zach laughs, leaning back with a smug grin. "Hey, I'm just looking out for your mental health."
"Yeah, well, look out for it some place else," she mumbles into her pillow.
Zach laughs quietly, pulling me closer and whispering in my ear, "Guess that's our cue to behave."
I grin, whispering back, "As if you ever do."
*****
ZACH
I wake up to warmth pressed against me—a soft body molded perfectly into mine. My arm's draped over her waist, and for a moment, I just lie there, grinning like an idiot. We're spooning, her hair tickling my chin, and she smells so damn good it's borderline criminal. Like vanilla and sleep and whatever heaven must smell like.
I pull her a little closer, burying my nose against her neck.
God, she's warm. Soft. Perfect.
Not doing my cock any favors, though. Great. Fantastic. Love that for me.
But hell, I'm not complaining. If I get to wake up like this every day, I can die a happy man.
Well—okay, maybe not die. Bit morbid for this hour.
"You know you look like an idiot right now, right?"
I tilt my head toward the voice and find my sister standing by the full-length mirror, smirking like she just caught me drooling.
"Morning to you too, angel," I mutter, trying—and failing—not to laugh.
