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He huffs a laugh and maneuvers me up, my body slumping against his. “Come on. Have some water. I don’t want you to die in your sleep. You’re a great roommate and employee. I’m not ready to lose you.”

“And that’s all I’ll ever be,” I murmur as he presses the glass to my lips and I gulp some down.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“Nothing. I won’t say a word. But listen,” I poke at his chest and then spread my fingers, feeling the hair beneath my palm. Fuck, he’s so sexy. So manly. “I made some friends tonight. And they know everything.Everything.”

His eyebrows rise, and I let out a small burp.

“I’m very drunk, Dean. The drunkest.”

“Yeah. I think you’re going to have to stay with me tonight. I’m worried you’ll choke to death.”

“I would never! I have decoration!”

“Decorum?”

“That’s what I said.”

I hiccup, and Dean sighs. Without a word, he picks me up bridal style and carries me to his room. Oh my. This is detrimental, but I let him do it anyway. I blame the alcohol. I’m not thinking clearly. Not that I ever truly think clearly when he’s around, but I digress.

“Oh, your sheets are so soft. I love flannel. Reminds me of lumberjacks and sex,” I say, pretending I haven’t been in his bed before.

I burrow into them and push my face into his pillow. Oh, it smells like him. Like his shampoo and body wash. I bet he’s so manly he even uses one of those three-in-one washes.

“All right, move on over, Avery. I have to sleep here too.”

“You do, but you can squeeze in. Right here. We can keep each other warm.”

He laughs but instead of snuggling in, he moves me out of the way, putting me on the other side of the mattress before sliding under the covers. Our eyes meet in the darkness, and I can’t help but grin at him.

“You look hot lying in bed.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I am, but honestly. Thank you, Dean. For saving me. You’re a true hero. The prince to my prince-ness.”

He chuckles softly. “Anytime. Anything for you.”

“Stop being so romantic. It’s terrible for my mental health.”

“I’ll try,” he murmurs as my eyelids flutter shut, and I drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER EIGHT

DEAN

Probably shouldn’t have put my employee in bed with me, but he was plastered and I was worried he’d die in his sleep. So here I am, waking him every hour, checking his pulse, and forcing him to drink water.

Or maybe that’s just my excuse to touch him and have him close.

No, that’s not it. I really am worried. I don’t want him to expire in his sleep. I’d miss him. Just like I missed him earlier when he went out and left me at home…alone.

The way my stomach churned when I thought about him with someone else. The possessiveness that rolled through me.

Something is terribly wrong with me.

I don’t know what the fuck is happening to my brain…to my heart.

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