Ryan
Something didn’t feel quite right. I was achy, and no matter how I twisted or turned, I couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Was this like “The Princess and the Pea?” Had somebody jammed my mattress full of hard, little peas to torment me? Who in the world would do such a thing?
Wait, that didn’t make any sense.
Slowly, I cracked my eyes open, waking up fully. I frowned as I took in my surroundings, but then I quickly remembered that I was in Sam’s room, sleeping in her bed. Her bed which was quite a bit lumpier than my stupidly expensive mattress. Really, her bed wasn’t that bad. I’d just apparently turned soft and spoiled and overly picky about my comfort.
With a groan, I rolled over, flinging my arm out to grab her and pull her against me again. My hand slapped against bare mattre
