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Shay's Point of View I wake up slowly, with my back pressed against Zane's chest and I sigh contently. I try to snuggle even closer to his comforting warmth but something pokes me.. I frown trying to wriggle away from it, but it just keeps poking me. Without opening my eyes, I push the thing poking me away from me. Hard. There it moved, but as it moves away so does Zane's warmth. I hear him groan in pain. "Jesus Shay! What was that for?" "What do you mean?" I turn to look at him with a frown. I see Zane holding his groin and realization strucks me. "I'm sorry! Something was poking me and I tried to move it away, but it wouldn't budge. Oh god. That was you?" "Of course it was me! What else could it have been? That is not the way I thought we would wake up." "I'm sorry! Can I do a