I know he’s fast asleep when his hand drops, resting on my thigh. Crap. That is a little too close for comfort. I try to shift away, but it just moves with me. Shit. I don’t want to think about that hand wrapped around any parts of my body. How good it would feel. How good it would feel to be the one to finally have sex with Ollie. Ollie. My best friend. God, sex would complicate things way too much. It’s the last thing I need to be thinking about. But now that the thoughts are there, they won’t go away. Of peeling him out of his sweater he always wears to work. Of seeing a blush creep up his
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