When Jarrod woke up, he realized that, during his sleep, he and Caleb had reversed positions. Now the white bear spooned him from behind and clutching him with a beefy arm. Caleb’s c**k, though not erect, pressed against his butt. Jarrod did not want to move from this spot.
Ever.
He felt he could die that second and be happy. Maybe he was already dead and this was heaven? Jarrod smiled at the thought. He saw Gareth’s broad back a few inches away and heard the ginger’s slow breathing.
Although no light came from above, Jarrod saw every feature within the sparse room. Somehow he knew he had slept for several days.
Careful not to wake Caleb, Jarrod stretched his limbs, his toes reaching beyond the edge of the mattress.
What the…?
He sat up, looking around the bed. “I grew several inches
