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That’s when I remembered that I wasn’t wearing a bra.

But my back was to him. That was fine. Hopefully, I wouldn’t remember this in the morning.

I went to my dresser, found another shirt, and pulled it over my head. Then I caught my reflection in the mirror. And not onlymine. That’s when I realized that Tucker had closed his eyes, probably because my boobs were on full display in the mirror—hard nipples and all.

Oh, good. I’d just shown Tucker more of myself than I had with Tobey.

I was on a roll.

I tried to turn on my heel to get into bed and almost fell. Thankfully, Tucker was there. He picked me up again.

He was so hard, so warm.

I closed my eyes and mumbled something, not even sure what I said.

I could feel the soft cotton of the sheets beneath my hands as he slid me into bed, but then I sneezed. Somehow that made everything worse. I smashed my forehead into his, and he cursed, falling into bed with me.

It might have been funny, but I was too tired to think about it or care. Instead, I rolled over on the very hard yet warm surface beneath me and promptly fell asleep.

Chapter 4

Tucker

I wokeup nestled against soft curves with my raging erection pressed along plump and luscious ass cheeks.

Fuck.

I knew I should have peeled Amelia off me after we’d fallen into bed, but I hadn’t been able to. She’d been so warm and soft, and my brain had hurt like a motherfucker after she’d knocked her head against mine.

Last night had been a set of complications, one after another. After I’d stop laughing with her passed out on my chest, I’d tried to get her off me so I could leave.

Only the woman clung in her drunken sleep, and I couldn’t bear to move her.

When she moaned and slid into deeper unconsciousness, I simply sighed and went to sleep right next to her.

Probably not the best idea, but I hadn’t been able to help it.

It was hard to make good choices when it came to her, apparently.

But that wasn’t something I wanted to think about.

I letmy hand stroke down her hip, and I knew it had to be an unconscious thing. I was totally not doing this on my own. Because if I were, that made me evil. A lecher.

When my hand slid up to her waist, I paused, holding back a groan.

It was really hard to stop, but I did. I resisted. See? I wasn’t that much of a lecher.

I pulled away and tried to move my groin from her posterior area. Only, when I did, she nestled back, pressing more firmly into my already too-hard cock.

Of course.

Apparently, this was how today was going to go.

I mean, why wouldn’t this get even more awkward?

I sighed and lay there, hoping she would wake up so we could forget this ever happened. Because we really needed to forget this ever happened.

This wasn’t the first time I had woken up in a woman’s bed. Though I tried not to do it often. Usually, I left the night of or at least before we started spooning like Amelia and I were right now.