Dale woke in an embrace.
The dregs of a dream clung to him, something warm and soothing, something pleasant, and as Dale’s consciousness leaked into his sleeping brain, he became aware of that same warm feeling wrapped tightly around his chest. Heavy arms held him close, and as he woke, he realized he felt slow, steady breath curling around the nape of his neck. Better not be that damn cat, he thought, shifting in his bed.
He couldn’t move much—his butt pressed against a pillowy crotch, and his feet rasped along a pair of legs lying alongside his own. As he moved between the sheets, he felt something harden behind him. If he hadn’t fallen asleep alone, he would’ve sworn he felt a thick c**k stiffen between his buttocks.
Opening one eye, he looked at the familiar wall of his bedroom and
