Lifting my head off the pillow, I wiped the drool and laughed at myself before remembering my dream of the grandest dinner and an endless ice cream machine.
Staring down at my pillow, I went to scream but stopped myself. I'd almost forgotten I let Rhett stay.
Shit, I used him as a pillow? God my drools all over his shirt now. That's attractive.
I pursed my lips and laid back down eyeing the ceiling.
After twenty minutes of wondering how I'll explain the drool to him, he turned his entire body, and tossed an arm over me, pulling me to his chest like I was some damn stuffed animal.
I let out a small groan from his weight and he moved off me before staring down at me, "You sound like a squeaky toy." He said with a small smirk.
Ha, funny. "Yeah well this squeaky toy bites. I drooled on y
