I waited for his grip on my ass cheek to ease a little, then carefully tried again.
His sharp intake of breath sent a rush of heat crawling across my cheeks. Oh no, was he awake? Reflexively, I lifted my head just enough to peek at his face.
His eyes were open.
Quick, Fiona, look away.
It was too late. We’d made eye contact. Horrible, horrible eye contact.
His eyebrows shot up, he let go of my ass, and I scrambled to get off him. The sheets tangled in my legs and I kicked wildly to get free, while Evan rolled over so fast he fell off the bed with a loud thump.
He groaned as he stood. I pulled at the sheets, still trying to disentangle myself.
“What the fuck,” he muttered.
“Um…” These sheets were like a spiderweb.
Sasquatch appeared at his side, sniffing the edge of the bed, looking for the source of his daddy’s distress.
Evan’s gaze swung back to me, then his eyes widened and he quickly turned his head. “Uh, Fiona.”
“What? I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.” I kicked again, trying to get the spiderweb sheet off my foot.
“Your, um…”
My foot broke free. Finally. I looked up at Evan. Sure enough, he had a wet spot on his t-shirt. “I’m sorry I drooled on your man nipple.”
He absently touched his chest, but kept his head turned, like he couldn’t look at me. “No, that’s not…”
“What?”
“Your shirt.”
“My shirt?” My nipple tingled, hardening at the brush of air against skin. Not fabric against skin. Air.
Oh no.
I looked down to find my left boob hanging out of my tank top.
Instead of calmly moving my shirt so I was appropriately covered, like a normal person, I over-corrected. I yanked the fabric too hard, exposing my right boob to the air.
Fortunately, Evan wasn’t looking. Or was he? I didn’t lift my gaze to find out. I fixed my shirt so it covered both boobs and checked my shorts to make sure I hadn’t undressed myself while I was sleeping. Why would I have done that? No idea, but I’d just woken up sprawled on top of Evan. Anything was possible.
“Well, after that I won’t be needing coffee to wake up,” I said, giving my tank top a final little tug. “I shouldn’t be surprised that happened. My boobs are not small. I have the hardest time keeping them in my shirt when I wear a tank top to bed. I think the lesson here is, next time I’m sharing a bed with a guy I barely know, wear something with more fabric.”
Evan cleared his throat. He still wasn’t looking at me. “So much for not moving around when you sleep.”
I winced. It was possible I’d exaggerated my lack of bed hog habits. But I hadn’t slept in a bed with someone else in a while. Sure, my ex had complained that I always stole the blankets and could take up an entire king mattress, leaving him with no space. But I’d been comfortable with him. I’d been sure I’d stay away from Evan.
Except… wait…
I glanced around. Something still felt off.
“Didn’t you start out over there?” I gestured to the other side of the bed.
“What? No.”
“Yes, you did. Look, the blanket you had on the floor is over there. I woke up on top of you, but you were on my side of the bed.”
His dark brow furrowed and he opened his mouth—probably to argue—but snapped it closed again.
“Note to self. Evan Bailey is a bigger bed hog than me, so make sure our next room has two beds.”
“I’m not a bed hog.”
I laughed. “You so are.”
“I’m just big. I take up a lot of space.”
I opened my mouth again, about to say something snarky about his size, when my eyes were inexplicably drawn to his groin.
Evan had morning wood.
A lot of morning wood.
Huge morning wood.
Stop staring at his dick, Fiona. Stop it.
But I couldn’t. It was massive.
He was massive. His dick size shouldn’t have been a surprise—kind of like my big boobs always falling out of tank tops while I slept. It was only logical.
But maybe it wasn’t surprise that kept my eyes locked on his groin for more than long enough for him to see exactly what I was doing. Maybe it was awe.
Stare in wonder at the majesty of Evan Bailey’s mighty dick.
“Sorry.” I tore my eyes away. “Bathroom. I mean, do you need the bathroom? Sasquatch probably needs to pee. Are you going to take him,