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And so fucking what?

“Didn’t you use to be in the army? I thought you guys sometimes had to share places to sleep on missions.”

“We did,” I say. “All the time.”

“Then why did you have no issues sleeping next to your Delta brothers, but you have an issue sleeping next to me?”

“Because I didn’t want to fuck my Delta brothers.”

Cillian’s gorgeous face blushes, and he bites his lower lip.

And that face is not helping.

I really have to go.

“Fine. But the only one here who fits on that couch is me. So I’ll take it.”

He walks past me, grabs a blanket, and heads for the living room.

“But—”

“Shut up, Knox, or I’ll get naked,” he threatens, and I let him go.

Ten minutes later, I am lying alone in Cillian’s bed, and to no one’s surprise, I can’t sleep. The pillow smells like him, the mattress smells like him.

Hell, even the fucking sheets smell like Cil.

I rustle around, restless, as the mental image of him curled up like a pretzel on that tiny couch keeps nagging at me.

I toss and turn until I finally give up.

Fuck it…

I get out of bed, walk into the living room, scoop Cillian up, throw him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carry him back down the hall.

I dump him onto the mattress, and the brat immediately sits up, grinning like he’s won something.

I jab a finger directly in his face. “You better stay on your fucking side of the bed, or next time, I’m throwing you out the window into the rose bush.”

Cillian bursts out laughing. “Agreed.”

So, we lie down.

But even though the bed is huge, my shoulders take up almost half of it, and I feel way too close to him.

I mean, I could be five rooms away from him, and that would still be too close to tempt me.

I turn my head and look at him.

He is already asleep, and it makes sense; he must be exhausted after everything that happened.

I lie on my side and study his face… his biteable lips, thick lashes, his long, sandy-brown hair all over the pillow.

He looks so handsome, like he always does, but when he sleeps, he also looks incredibly vulnerable.

Cillian winces in his sleep, his lips parting, and my body reacts instantly.

My cock hardens, and I can’t stop myself from wondering how those lips would feel around my length.