The next morning, Aiden slowly opened his eyes, his body still aching from the night before. Just as he tried to shift a little, a sharp slap landed on his cheek.

"Shit," he muttered, blinking in surprise when he realized it was Jesse’s hand. But Jesse was still fast asleep, his face turned the other way, breathing calmly.

"Look who says he’s sensitive and accusing me of sleep fighting." Aiden mumbled under his breath, narrowing his eyes.

When he noticed Jesse’s legs starting ...