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We’re Both Idiots

Chapter 23

We’re Both Idiots

I woke as Ian tried to sneak out of bed.

And that was not happening. He was warm. I was sleepy. No way. I rolled over, doing my best impression of a needy, grabby octopus. Would it be easier to keep him in bed if I had eight limbs and those cool little suction things? Probably, but I managed anyway, wrapping my hands around one big bicep and flinging a leg over his.

Ian stilled, halfway out of the bed and halfway underneath me.

“I have to go deal with Matt,” he said, voice strained. “C’mon, Nate, let me up. I’ll make coffee.”

“Warm,” I mumbled, and tugged on his arm. He wasn’t going anywhere. The gap he’d made in my cocoon of blankets was letting in freezing-cold air, and it needed to be fixed, stat. Everywhere my skin touched his, comfort and heat and coziness seeped into me. “Coffee later. Come back.”

I pressed my face into the side of his chest with a happy mmmm — and Ian wrenched his arm out of my hands, jerked out from under me, and tumbled out of b
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