Zade Collins:
I couldn't shut the damn door fast enough. My chest still ached, and my shirt clung to me from the heat and stress of last night. I leaned back against the door, letting it click shut behind me, and dragged a hand over my face, breathing in deep. Then deeper. And then—
I laughed.
Just… laughed. Quiet at first, then louder. It wasn't even funny, not really, but it felt good to laugh. Blake passed out on top of me in a giant pumpkin suit? His thigh nearly snapping me in half in my own bed? The way he snored like a baby and drooled on my collarbone? I had every right to feel wrecked—but instead, I felt light. Like something had cracked open inside me. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation. Or the fact that I'd just survived a night sleeping underneath a man who is twice my weight.
I glanced down.
No hard-on.
