“Besides, I had a thought.” “Yeah? What’s that?” It’s a bad idea—the absolute worst, really. But knowing that doesn’t stop me. “You mentioned wanting someone to cuddle with.” Brad goes still. “Are you proposing what I think you’re proposing?” “Cuddle sesh?” I offer. His responding smile has me feeling things I have no right to. “Dude, you’re not going to regret this,” he says, slipping off my lap. “I’m such a good cuddler—you have no idea. You’re going down.” I banish that mental image immediately. “You realize it’s not a competition, right? We’re on the same side?” He pfts as we walk toward
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