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BAM!
BAM!
I jolted awake, sprawled out over Jesse’s naked chest. His hand was resting on my back and his head had been nestled to my neck under my hair. His hand tightened in reflex, and a sleepy curse spilled from him as he lifted his head. “Striker, if that’s you, you’re going to get hurt.”
“Whatever,” Jamie’s muffled voice came through the door. “You ditched the picnic. Not cool.”
Jesse’s head fell back to the pillow with a groan. When I started to get up, his hand held me in place. He murmured in my ear, “The door’s locked. He can’t get in.”
I relaxed. Slightly.
“Come on, man,” Jamie whined. “Listen, we’re doing an after-party. You coming out of your hole for that?”
“No.”
I lifted my head enough to get a good view of Jesse. There was no regret in his voice, but he was givin
