I yawned and writhed underneath my duvet sheets before peeling my eyes open.
Normally when I woke up I was always stretching my legs.
Today was no different.
But my bed, whatever it was was different.
My legs were entangled with other pair of legs and a hand was wrapped around my waist tightly but not to the point of suffocating me.
I inhaled slowly, wondering why my alert mind was finding comfort in a stranger.
But as i inhaled, I recognized the distinct smell of Jordan's cologne.
Holy Cow Jordan never returned home last night and he slept on my bed!
I tried to wriggle from his grip but he groaned and tightened his grip on my waist.
Wait what?
What is wrong with him?
How can someone be such a heavy sleeper?
My head that was once nuzzled in his broad and hard chest crooked upwa
