I don't wake up to Carrigan's alarm. It's the vibrating of her phone on the nightstand. Reaching over, I pick it up and try not to move too much. She's asleep with her head on my chest, and her arm draped over my stomach. Putting in her lock code, I tap to open the text message that just came in.
Miguel: Good morning, Mami. Hope your beautiful self has a great day. Lookin' forward to tomorrow evening.
I let out a growl, and Carrigan stretches against me with a grumble, her hand snaking under my shirt. My d**k gets hard at her touch, and despite knowing I shouldn't, I delete the text this asshole just sent her. Yes, I know I'm being unfair and petty. Someone is showing interest in her, and since I'm not going to claim her, I should support her. That's what best friends do. But the v
