“We might have to retest the hypothesis.” I sound like I’ve been drugged, and I can feel the dopey smile on my face. “What was the hypothesis again?” He turns to his side and throws his arm over my chest and presses his face into my neck. Law Anderson likes to cuddle. Who would have thought? “Sex with Lawrence Anderson is good,” I say. He smiles against my neck. “Just good?” “Fantastic,” I amend. “That’s right,” he says with a rumbly, happy voice and falls asleep almost immediately.
