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“I, uh, think I might need to rest a little bit,” I admitted as I pulled away, my lips still slicked from his.
Andrew pulled back, his big, brown eyes so full of understanding.
Full ofcaring.
“Of course,” he said in an equally sweet voice.
Fuck, that is only making me feel dizzier.
I let myself lie back on his bed, because right now it was the only thing that was going to stop me from feeling way too much.
“Just need to rest my eyes. Just for a minute.”
When I next opened my eyes, though, it was hours and hours later.
CHAPTER 11
ANDREW
I woke to the sound of chanting coming from somewhere lower in the house.
“Chocolate chip pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes.”
It was a ritual the frat guys had started up only at the beginning of this semester, but so far, it was holding strong.
Anytime we all woke up hungover, sleepy, and struggled to get going?
We fuckingrallied.
One guy started chanting any word or phrase. Today, it sounded like the phrase had settled on “chocolate chip pancakes,” but with each passing round, they got more intense, until it sounded like we had a whole house full of guys about to go to war for a breakfast food.
I blinked open my eyes to see the sun filtering through my blinds.
And that’s when I remembered.
Gray had fallen asleep in my bed last night.
Holy fuck.
I turned quickly in bed to look at the other side of the mattress.
Relief hit me all at once as I saw that the bed was empty other than me.
Gray must have left sometime earlier.
I sat up, running my fingers through my hair and trying to shake the sleepiness away.
“Chocolate chip pancakes,” I muttered under my breath in unison with the chants coming from below.
I tossed off my shirt and stepped out into the hallway, rubbing at my eyes.
And then I shoulder checked someone right as I was about to enter the bathroom.
“Gilman,” I said, getting an eyeful of a very tired-looking Gray, also shirtless. “You’re still here?”
Christ, he looked good, even when both of us were hungover and barely awake enough to form words.
My gaze landed on the bandages and scrapes along his arm, and the faint one at the edge of his face, and I wanted to lean over and kiss each one of them.
