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[for Chase] vegas valentine
Feb. 14th, 2014 01:30 am“Mrr.”
I don’t want to wake up. My head’s still fuzzy from last night, all stuffed full of cotton balls. My breath tastes like island booze and morning. I drape the back of my hand over still-closed eyes, appreciating that extra bit of darkness before I move to shift closer to the warm body next to me. It’s colder in the room than it should be, which is my first clue that Something Is Not Right, but just a little more sleep sounds a lot more awesome than getting up to turn down the A/C.
Nuzzling at Chase’s chest, I tuck freezing toes under his legs, sleepily tugging at the sheet to pull it up over my shoulders. Only the sheet’s all wrong, too, and I reluctantly crack open an eye.
“When’d you get Egyptian cotton?”
I don’t want to wake up. My head’s still fuzzy from last night, all stuffed full of cotton balls. My breath tastes like island booze and morning. I drape the back of my hand over still-closed eyes, appreciating that extra bit of darkness before I move to shift closer to the warm body next to me. It’s colder in the room than it should be, which is my first clue that Something Is Not Right, but just a little more sleep sounds a lot more awesome than getting up to turn down the A/C.
Nuzzling at Chase’s chest, I tuck freezing toes under his legs, sleepily tugging at the sheet to pull it up over my shoulders. Only the sheet’s all wrong, too, and I reluctantly crack open an eye.
“When’d you get Egyptian cotton?”