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He’s fallen asleep.

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Iwake with a start. My eyes fly open, and I quickly sit up.

I don’t remember falling asleep but⁠—

Memories of what my night held slam into me, and I turn to the other side of the bed, where I remember Garrett being.

It’s empty.

Disappointment sits heavily in my stomach.

This isn’t how I usually do hookups.

Firstly, they never, ever come to my house.

I always agree to meet somewhere neutral and have a hotel room booked somewhere close, should the night lead there. I never get back into bed once we’re done; I wait until he leaves and either follow to go home soon after, or lock myself in. And I never, ever fall asleep with a guy.

But Garrett is very quickly breaking all of my rules.

And the worst part is, I don’t think I even care.

The one thing I do care about, though, is fucking up our second time together by passing out on him.

“Fuck,” I hiss, rolling out of my empty bed.

His clothes on the couch catch my eyes, and I breathe a sigh of relief. He hasn’t left.

I check my bathroom before marching toward the hallway.

A noise hits me, and the next thing I know, I’m racing downstairs to find him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I don’t do this. I’m usually ushering them out the door the second I’ve finished coming.

But Garrett, he⁠—

He’s standing in the middle of my kitchen, wearing only a pair of tight boxer briefs and drinking a mug of coffee he’s made with my machine.

“Hey,” he says as he watches me approach. His eyes drop down the length of me, and the moment he gets to my dick, it twitches with the memory of just how good it felt to be inside him.

Fuck. I think I have a problem.

I’m not done with Garrett.

I am so far from being done with him, it’s not even funny.

“Did you want one?” he offers.

I blink a couple of times.

Is he really offering me a coffee in my own home?

“I wouldn’t usually drink it this late, but since you took a nap, I figured you’d have plenty of energy when you woke up, and I need to keep up.”