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CHAPTER 35

Author: Anonymous Lee
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-21 23:16:15

CHAPTER 35

TYLER

I woke up to… movement.

Not just the usual shifting someone does in their sleep — no, this was slower, deliberate.

And then I realized Mason’s entire body was pressed against mine. His chest was warm on my back, his arm still wrapped tight around my waist.

His face was buried in my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

And lower… yeah.

Oh, shit.

Through my thin pajama pants, I could feel everything. Every single slow grind of his hips against my ass. And the worst part? He wasn’t even awake.

I froze. My brain screamed push him away, but my body? My body was a traitor. My breath hitched and my pulse spiked.

He shifted again, letting out this low, muffled groan against my throat, and my eyes squeezed shut.

“Mason…” I whispered, not loud enough to wake him, just trying to remind myself that this was wrong. That I was supposed to stop it.

Instead, I just… let it happen.

His hand tightened on my waist. The movement got a little more desperate, a little rougher. I bit down
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