Billie.
The sound of chirping birds jolts me awake. I blink twice, my mind still clouded with sleep. Something feels off. My clit is throbbing, my legs are so weak, I feel like I did something naughty with a succubus. The mattress is different—harder, uneven, and worst of all… moving.
My brain catches up just as I inhale, and suddenly, I'm wide awake.
Oh. My. God.
My face is pressed against something firm, and warm… and very much Lexus's crotch.
A low gasp escapes me.
No. No, no, no, no.
That means my ass is facing his face.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, mentally cursing myself. This is why I should never sleep on my left! I know what happens when I do.
Last time, I woke up on top of Lexus like he was my personal mattress.
It's a bad habit, okay? I used to sleep with a pillow beside me, and I'd climb onto it in the middle of the night. I have no idea why—I just do. It's been like that since I was a kid.
