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Grayson’s warm, heavy arm wraps around my stomach, pulling me backward into his solid body. I sigh, still half asleep, and snuggle deeper, shimmying my hips until I’m comfortable again.

I did everything I could to not cuddle with Gray when we first got back to the hotel, but for now, my dick seems to have chilled out, and really, I just love being close to him. I love cuddling with him and having him wrapped around me like this. Always have. Pretty sure I always will.

In almost all the ways that matter, Grayson has always been my person. I can count on him. He’s never let me down or hurt me. Not in any lasting way anyway. He’s my safe space. It’s been that way since we were kids.

And right now, it’s easy. It’s easy to pretend we aren’t married. It’s easy to pretend we’re just normal best friends. It’s easy to just exist. With warmth and comfort and Gray’s strong body wrapped around me.

Actually, scratch that last part. Better to not put any ideas in my head.

He’s still asleep, I can tell. His breathing is deep and even, and his soft snores are ruffling my hair.

His grip around my waist loosens, and he drags a hand up until it’s resting against my lower stomach, palm open.

Jesus. His hand is big. How have I never noticed that? It spans almost the entirety of my stomach, his palm resting over my belly button and the tips of his fingers brushing my hip bone.

His fingers flex, and he nuzzles into my hair, which is real bad news for my dick.

What is wrong with me? Ugh.

I try to move his hand off me, but he tightens his fingers and pulls me closer to him.

It’s fine. I can just lie here. Stare at the wall or something. Let him finish his nap, and all will be well. Totally fine.

Opening my eyes, I do just that, blinking at the plain off-white wall across from me. See? Easy. If it gets too bad, I’ll just wake him up.

With a breathy sigh, he shifts a little and… oh Jesus, he’s hard.

Still cool. Still fine. Totally normal. This is fine. He’s asleep. It’s biology. It means nothing.

Only my stomach feels fizzy. The same way it did when I was watching us kiss. God, that was unreal. I wonder if his lips are as soft as they look. I wonder what he tastes like. I fucking hate that I can’t remember. How fucked is it that two weeks ago, I had never even thought about kissing Grayson, and now it’s like… it’s all I can think about.

I don’t remember shit from last night. I couldn’t tell you whose harebrained idea it was to get married—I’m sure it was mine, seems on-brand—but I know it was my idea to stay married.

Fuck, what if I tricked him into this? Then what?

He shifts, and I go still, even though I wasn’t moving to begin with. A small noise leaves his throat, something between a whimper and a sigh, and my stomach heats.

This is a nightmare. Only surprise, surprise, I’m wide awake.

I can be a grownup about this, surely. What’s a little hard dick against your ass between best friends and pretend husbands? Only, wait, we’re not actually pretend husbands now, are we? No. That shit is real.

That thought should be a bucket of ice water on my libido. It’s not. Truly, what in the fuck is wrong with me?

Gray’s fingers tighten, and he pulls me backward at the same time as he rolls his hips. It’s a tiny movement. Probably wouldn’t even notice it if I was asleep, but I’m not asleep, and I notice. My cock notices too, giving a hard throb. I only have so much control.

In all this time, this has never happened to us. I’ve never woken up like this with Gray. Cuddling? Sure. Like this? No.

When he groans and rolls his hips again, I inhale a sharp breath and jump out of bed.

Grayson startles, a confused “What?” leaving his lips in a groggy voice.

I ignore it, ignore him—not proud of that—and dash to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me and locking it.

I swallow hard, glancing down at my tented sweats.

Turning to the sink, I flip on the cold water and splash some on my face, trying to get myself to calm down.

Maybe I just need to jerk off.