DAY 4
DAY 4The warmth of a soft body molded to my chest has me blinking my eyes open in confusion. I look down and see Oakley"s hair sprawled around her face. My erection presses against the lower dip of her back. My body’s obviously confused as hell. It"s the only reason my arm is tightly wrapped around her waist, holding her like she"s my lifeline.
My head finally catches up, and I push away from her.
“Oakley,” I grind out, adjusting myself. “What the f**k are you doing in my bed?”
“What?” she mutters in a sleepy voice, barely moving. “It"s too early for one of your tantrums.”
“You can"t just sneak into my bed like this,” I hiss, shifting to the edge of the bed.
“I told you I wasn"t sleeping on that couch!” she bites out, finally stretching before she gets up.
“You"re insufferable
