I cleared my throat. “Why didn’t you just get up and sleep in your own bed then?” “I didn’t want to disturb you after you fell asleep. You looked cute as fuck drooling on my pillows.” “I did not drool on your—” I palmed the cream-colored throw under my head. Fuck, I definitely drooled on it. He smirked and looked down at his lap. “You know, for a girl who swore up and down last night she’d never put her feet on a dick, you’re looking extremely comfy right now.” I registered then that my legs were still extended clear across Frankie’s thighs. I’d claimed the couch as my own in the middle of the
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