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Assoon as I lay down beside him, he snuggled against me.

“Areyou comfy, babe?” I asked him, pulling the blanket over us.

“Mm-hmm,”he hummed and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Warm.”

Andyeah, voice in my head, I knew he did it because he was half-asleep and unawareof his actions. I knew he probably just needed comfort and another humanbeing’s touch, but still… he seemed so comfortable in my arms. Relaxed.Content.

Drunk.Traumatized. Distressed.

I toldthe voice in my head to fuck off and concentrated on the person lying next tome instead.

“Sleep,my love,” I said when his breathing deepened. “Bonne nuit.”

Ikissed his forehead and closed my eyes, only to snap them open when my heartfroze in my chest. Only then did it hit me.

Love?Did I just say love?

No.Nooooo.

Igulped, panicking. My heart skipped not a beat, but a tune. I tried to think,but my mind was in a whirl. I had never been in love before, so I didn’texactly know the feeling, but still… no way this was love. Not so suddenly. Notso unexpectedly. And not with him of all people. It was just… impossible.Surely, I was wrong. Surely. Right?

Becauseif it was love…Then I was fucking doomed.

Chapter 13

Friends and Enemies

Carter

A loudcrash in the distance woke me up, and I raised my head, stillhalf-asleep.

“Whatwas that? Are we under attack?” Tye said, bolting upright in bed and lookingcomical while reaching for his gun that wasn’t there.

Irubbed my eyes, only to realize that he was shirtless. Why was he shirtless?And why was he in my bed?

“Theneighbor is redecorating the bathroom,” I replied after my brain caught up. “Iforgot to tell you.”

When Isaw a wet trail of what looked like spit on his chest, I made a face.

“God,I think I was slobbering all over you while we were asleep. Sorry about that.”

Icould remember sleeping close to him and/or on him because the bed was ofaverage size, and we were two above-average guys in every way imaginable.

“It’sokay,” he said, rubbing his forehead with a frown. “What time is it?”

I sankback into the pillow, groaning when the contents of my stomach threatened toleave the same way they entered.

“I’llnever drink again,” I whispered hoarsely. “I swear to God.”

“Famouslast words.”

When Istarted to pull the blanket over my head, he yanked it off me.

“No!Get up. We’re going to be late for work.”

“Idon’t care. Drop dead.”

Thefight for the blanket was short and unsuccessful on my part. After Tyesuggested we shower together and I told him to go fuck himself, we somehow gotout of bed. An hour later, we were showered, dressed, half-sober, and ready togo.

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