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Havermouth, Two Weeks before

Cameron was snoring in Rhett’s ear.

His red-haired mate was draped over his back, pushing Rhett to the very edge of the mattress. Rhett contemplated shoving him off and making him roll back to the other side, but, truthfully, the press of Cameron’s naked body against his, the rise and fall of Cameron’s chest against his back, the perfect way that Cameron’s stomach moulded to Rhett’s arse, and the flop of Cameron’s c-ck against the back of his thigh was simply too pleasant. Rhett was warm, comfortable, and decided that he was could put up with the snoring in order to have the rest.

It was sort of cute, he admitted to himself. There was a complete abandonment of body when Cameron slept, a childlike innocence to it.

And, f-k, as much as he always grumbled about it, he liked having his mate in bed with him.

He cracked open an eye as the bedroom door opened and watched Heath tiptoe across the room, pausing to undress, before getting into the ample space left be