Zack buried his face in his pillow and sighed inwardly when someone gently ran his hand through his hair.
So this is what heaven feels like, he thought.
"Zack, can you stop burying your face in my chest?" an amused voice asked, causing him to crack open an eye. A small grin formed on his face as he realized why his pillow felt softer than usual.
"But I like this position," he muttered, closing his eyes again, even though he hadn't slept in a long time.
"My breasts are crushed thanks to your big head. I probably don't even have n*****s anymore."
"I can check for you," he offered, raising his head briefly to grin at her. She blushed and tried to push away his arms that were wrapped around her. He found that he was lying on top of her, his legs intertwined and his head restin
