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I knew I should say no. The dinner was already pushing things too far. But he was already in my cabin, and he was looking so cute in his oversized t-shirt and messy hair that I couldn’t bring myself to say no.

“Sure,” I said. “I don’t mind.”

Logan smiled. “Well? What do you want to watch?”

Chapter 8

Logan

The moment I opened my eyes, I realized I was not in my own room. It took me a moment to figure out that I was still in Dakota’s cabin. Not only that, I was still on the couch. And that warmth wrapped around me? It was Dakota himself, snoring softly as we leaned together.

My heart started racing almost immediately. As far as I could remember, I hadn’t fallen asleep on him during the movie. But that didn’t mean I hadn’t moved after that.

Back in New York, Lucas and I used to have movie nights all the time. He always made fun of me for falling asleep halfway through and never catching the end of anything we watched. And, when I inevitably woke up the next morning in his arms, he used to tell me how I was a sleep snuggler. Apparently, as soon as I was asleep, I was attracted to warmth like a moth to a flame. Without ever waking up I would worm my way across the couch and end up in his lap. It happened nearly every time.

And it seemed I’d done the exact same thing to Dakota.

However, this time I wasn’t just merely snuggled up with him. My face was lying directly in his lap, the back of my head resting against his stomach. My nose, if I was not mistaken, was leaning gently against his cock. And I was too terrified to move.

Of course, the longer I sat there, realizing my compromising position, the more I started to get turned on. It didn’t take long before my own dick reacted, lengthening in my gym shorts until I was fully tented under the blanket Dakota had thrown over me. It was a totally inappropriate reaction, but I couldn’t help it. The proximity was bad enough, but the rich musky scent rolling off him nearly drove me into a frenzy. I’d never been a big believer in pheromones, but I was quickly convinced there was some truth to it as I laid there, breathing him in.

I tried to steady my breathing, hoping Dakota wouldn’t wake up and discover our compromising position. But the more I tried to calm myself, the more aware I became of every point of contact between us. His strong thighs beneath my cheek, the rise and fall of his stomach against my hair, the heat radiating from his body. It was almost too much to bear.

Suddenly, Dakota shifted in his sleep, his arm tightening around me. I froze, barely daring to breathe. His hand slid down my side, coming to rest on my hip. The touch, even through the blanket, sent shivers through me.

I knew I should move, should extricate myself from this situation before it got even more awkward. But a part of me, a gently throbbing part, didn’t want to. I wanted to stay right here, surrounded by Dakota’s warmth and scent.

Just then, I felt something twitch against my cheek. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what that twitch meant. Dakota was getting hard, right beneath my face. The realization sent a jolt of electricity through my body, making my own erection throb in response.

I lay perfectly still, torn between panic and arousal. Each tiny movement of Dakota’s body seemed magnified a hundredfold. I could feel the heat of his growing erection through his shorts, could hear the slight change in his breathing.

Suddenly, Dakota’s hand on my hip tightened. He let out a low groan that vibrated through his body and into mine. My heart pounded so hard I was sure it would wake him.

“Mmm,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “What’s goin’ on?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, paralyzed with indecision. Should I pretend to be asleep? Should I pull away suddenly and pretend I hadn’t noticed? No, that would be too obvious. He’d think I was doing something I shouldn’t have been. I didn’t want him to think I was some sort of creep. But then again, I hadn’t moved either, though it was out of fear.

And fear won out again as I shut my eyes tight, pretending to be asleep. I couldn’t bear the thought of embarrassing him or making him think I was a sleaze. So I just stayed right there, hoping against hope that he’d just move me and we’d forget the whole thing ever happened. Not that I’d forget, but I was pretty certain he would want to.

Dakota’s hand moved again, this time sliding up my side to my shoulder. I felt him tense beneath me as he fully awakened, realizing our position. For a long moment, neither of us moved. The air seemed thick with tension, making it hard to breathe.

“Shit,” Dakota muttered under his breath. His voice was low and gravelly, sending another shiver through me.

I felt him start to shift, probably trying to figure out how to move me without waking me. But as he did, his hard cock fully brushed against my face, and I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp.

Dakota froze. “You awake?” he asked softly.

There was no use pretending anymore. I opened my eyes and slowly lifted my head, meeting his gaze. His brown eyes were wide, a mix of surprise and something else I couldn’t quite identify.

“I’m sorry,” I said, trying not to look as guilty as I felt. “I… I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

Dakota’s eyes softened, a hint of amusement flickering in their depths. “Reckon we’re both a bit embarrassed now,” he said, his voice still husky from sleep.

I sat up slowly, keenly aware of the loss of contact as I moved away from his warmth. The blanket slipped off, and I hurriedly pulled it back over my lap, hoping he hadn’t noticed my own predicament.

“I’m really sorry,” I said again, feeling my cheeks burn. “I have this bad habit of... well, cuddling up to anything warm in my sleep. I should have warned you.”

Dakota ran a hand through his long, tousled hair, looking surprisingly composed despite the situation. “No harm done,” he said, his lips quirking into a small smile. “Though I gotta say, that’s one hell of a way to wake up.”

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