Walking over, I nudged his shoulder. “Berk, the bathroom’s free.” He mumbled. I reached out and shook both shoulders. “You’re going to hate me in the morning, if I let you sleep like this.” I brought my hands up to his neck and rotated them. His head shot up and his arms whipped out around me, tugging me onto his lap. His fingers tightened painfully on my hips and I braced my hands on his chest. I yelped and his gaze focused on me. The alarm in his eyes melted away as he took in our surroundings and embarrassment took its place, turning his cheeks ruddy under his five o’clock shadow. His grip
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