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Owen's half in Logan’s lap, my legs are draped over his, and somehow—don’t ask me how—my head ends up against Christian’s chest.

He stiffens briefly, then exhales slowly without moving away. “Press play.”

Owen cheers triumphantly before unpausing, loud action music echoing off the walls.

For a long while, nobody speaks—except for Logan reciting all the lines like the nerd he is. I feel myself start to relax against Christian, exhaustion from the day pulling at my limbs. His hand twitches on the back of the sofa while his other comes up to massage his lip.

The sound of him hissing in pain has me lifting my head. “Sorry I hit you, hot shot.”

“No, you're not,” he mumbles, pushing my head back down to his chest.

I bite back a smile and get comfortable, the throbbing in my head subsiding as my eyes start to close.

Just before I drift off, I swear I feel his cheek rest against the top of my head. Swear I hear him whisper something almost too low for anyone else to hear against my hair. The softness in his voice is what finally lulls me off to sleep.

“Sorry I hit you back.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Christian

A quiet giggle wakes me up the next morning.

Early sunlight streams through the windows, flooding my irises. I blink up at the ceiling and realize that I'm still on the couch. So is everyone else.

Fuck, my neck hurts. How did I pass out sitting up like this? And when? Jesus, I'm starving. We didn't even eat dinner. What time is it⁠—

A whimper pulls me from my groggy thoughts.

“Shh,” Logan hushes, followed by the sound of obvious kissing. Rolling my head to the side, I groan and wince through the pain in my lip when I see them making out.

“Do you really have to do that here?”

My voice startles Devon awake and I jump, because I didn't even notice his head was on my lap… right over my morning wood.

We both freeze.

Shit, fuck.

“Sorry,” Owen laughs, resting a hand on the leg Devon still has slung over his lap. “We should probably head to the room.”

Logan hums in agreement, but nobody makes any attempt to move.

Devon moves his head slightly, cheek rubbing along my length, and I quickly grip his hair to shove him off of me. At least, I intended to. Instead, I rock my hips a little.

Logan and Owen go back to kissing—those fuckers—right as Dev turns to look at me. Our gazes catch, and for a long moment, I can't seem to look away from his sleepy brown eyes. It's weird as shit. I can't believe he fell asleep on me last night.

The bruise on his temple looks rough. My thumb brushes it lightly, causing him to flinch, which only reminds me that his head is on my dick.

“Morning,” he rasps. Light catches on his piercings. “Someone’s boner is poking my leg.”

I tilt my head in confusion before Owen gasps. “Oops, sorry!”

With a grin, Devon lifts himself to a seated position next to me, and we watch my two roommates practically dry-hump each other. The sight does nothing to help the situation in my pants.

“Jesus, when did you get so horny?” Devon asks Logan, his voice gravely from sleep. And maybe from the bulge tenting the crotch of his jeans.

Logan pulls away from his boyfriend with a wet smack to glance over at us. “I've always been this way. Just didn't feel like I was allowed to be. Until… you know. Last year.”