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Then I got a whiff of that stench again and sniffed audibly. Wait a second. I knew that smell. “Uh, Abigail.”

“Yeah?”

“I think Winston peed on my blanket,” I said, thinking she’d behorrified, but she started to snicker, then muffled her giggles with her piss-free blanket. “Are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry. I know it’s not funny, but…it kind of is. He really doesn’t like you.”

I slapped my hand over my face and let out a little laugh. If it wasn’t happening to me, I’d think it was pretty hilarious too. But it was. “Got another blanket?”

“Nope,” she said and kept giggling. Was this what girls’ sleepovers were like?

“I guess this is what I get for bringing Blair and Donny here,” I grumbled.

“Come on. I’m not that cruel. Just come up here,” Abigail said, sitting up again to scoot to the far side of her small bed.

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that an invitation?”

“Sure, unless my PJs offend you so much that you’d forgo a full night’s sleep, surrounded by cat pee, just to stay away from them?”

She said it as a joke, but I heard the truth in her words. I’d hurt her feelings earlier, and staying away from her would hurt her more. But the problem was her PJsdidn’toffend me. They very much made my palms itch to touch, so I could see if the silky fabric was as soft as her skin appeared to be.

Part of the reason I was having trouble getting comfy was that the whole room (apart from the blanket Winston had doused) smelled like her, and she was wearing the tiniest, sexiest pajamas known to man, and I couldn’t quite remember all the reasons why I wasn’t supposed to touch her.

I climbed into bed beside her, wishing she’d lie back on her pillows and let me kiss her lips until they were pink and swollen. Instead, I kept my hands to myself.

“Sorry about Winston. Maybe he’ll warm up to you,” she said.

“It’s okay. Sorry about Donny and Blair. I don’t think you’ll warm up to them.”

She huffed a laugh, then turned her back to me. I pushed away a strand of hair that tickled the side of my face, and then we fell asleep to the sounds of my brother and his fiancée celebrating their upcoming marriage late into the night.

Maybe we should’ve put Winston in their room.

TEN

ABIGAIL

I wokeup warm and cozy and comfortable, even though I could feel that I’d kicked my blanket off in the middle of the night. As the cobwebs of sleep began to clear from my mind, I realized that the warmth I felt was focused all down my back and over my waist and stomach.

I froze.

Soft snores ruffled the hair at the nape of my neck. Rex’s arm was draped over my waist, and he’d splayed his hand over my stomach at some point in the night.

Mybarestomach.

My pajama top was hiked up just under my boobs, and his hand was nestled right up there, his thumb pressed in the space between my breasts. His broad, long body fit against me, spooning me so close that it took me a moment to notice the wood.

Morning wood, that is.

Heart pounding, I stared at the wall for long, long moments,wondering what I was supposed to do now—because I didn’t exactly mind the position I was in. In fact, there was slickness between my legs, and a pleasant thrum coursing through every inch of my body.

I was turned the hell on. Uh-oh.

Rex’s cock was nestled against my ass, and I squeezed my eyes shut to process that fact. It twitched against me, and I let out a little puff of breath.

The snores against my nape stuttered, and Rex shifted away from me. He slid his hand across my stomach and over my waist, turning slowly onto his back. He thought I was asleep.

Two paths opened up in front of me. I could pretend to wake up and ignore the gigantic boner that had been poking me in the butt, or I could turn around and face this head-on. I chose the latter and rolled over, propped my head onto my palm, and arched a brow at Rex. It took all my self-control not to dip my gaze down below the level of his collarbone, where a magnificent chest was on display above the pooled sheet at his waist, concealing that telltale bulge that had been prodding against me a moment ago.