kaylor
“Sleep, Kaylor. You’re gonna need it.” His grin was evil and confident.
“You're exceptionally cocky,” I shot back, a lazy smirk on my face as his warmth pulled me under, making me sleepy, and within minutes, I'd drifted off. I woke up in the early hours of the morning. The room was still dark, but Aaron was gone.
“Where’d he go?” I muttered, slipping his hoodie and heading to the living room. He lay sprawled across the couch, asleep, one arm behind his head, his sweatpants slung low on his lean waist.I was about to head back when I heard it.
“Kaylor,” he mumbled, soft, needy, his voice thick with sleep.
My heart skipped, heat sparking low in my belly.
“Hey,” I said, nudging his shoulder to wake him. “You were moaning my name.”
He blinked rapidly awake, groggy, a slow grin
