Morgan's POV
"I don't have boobs."
"Really?" Caesar lifted my shirt up and stared at my chest, making me swat his hand away and pull it back down. "No shit you don't have boobs."
"Then stop touching my chest."
Our legs were tangled under the blanket as he spooned me from behind. He kept squeezing and rubbing at my chest while we watched some movie on my phone. "I know you don't have boobs so let me touch your chest if I want to."
We were sharing my airpods since Harrison was sleeping a few feet away from us. "No, stop." I pushed his hand away and sighed when he instantly moved it back, even squeezing my chest out of defiance. "You're annoying."
"Okay." There was suddenly an overwhelming urge to slap him. I squashed the urge and went back to focusing on the movie, knowing he was just
