Brett woke with a jerk, sitting up and looking around wildly. It took a minute, but the memories came flooding back: she had moved in with Casey. Technically. He had ordered pizza, but she had crashed on the couch. He had carried her to bed and…unhooked her bra? Heat flooded her cheeks, but she shoved down her embarrassment, reluctantly leaving the warmth of her bed.
Casey glanced up as she wandered in, still tousled and half asleep. She had kept the bra, he noted, and changed into a pair of sweatpants that hung low on her hip bones and covered her feet. Read the chapter