It took two hours for Laurie to start to stir.
First, he nuzzled my shoulder, which made me tense up as hard as granite, and then his fingers flexed against my chest.
He wriggled his body. I tried to pull my hips back to hide the erection that hadn't faded one tiny bit this whole time, but there was nowhere for me to go.
Laurie tipped his head back on my arm and blinked up at me, his eyes still a little unfocused from sleep.
They focused fast once he realized what he was looking at. "I'm sorry," he whispered, and tried to extricate himself.
He didn't try very hard, though, and I didn't help. I tightened the arm I had around his waist until he went still. "I didn't…I was comfortable."
"Me too." Not at all. It was one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life, crammed onto a narrow bed with a raging hard-on for hours, staying completely still so he didn't wake up and end the torment. "I guess we both needed a nap."
