Naked Scripts
he mumbles into a throw pillow, out cold in three seconds flat.
Jake and I share one look.
“Movie?” Jake asks, voice casual, already grabbing the remote.
“Movie,” I agree, heart racing.
He picks some random action flick, volume low, and drops onto the opposite couch Tyler snoring ten feet away.
I give it exactly eight minutes of explosions and bad one-liners before I’m crawling over the coffee table.
“Too far away,” I whisper, straddling him reverse cowgirl, knees sinking into the cushions Tyler was just drooling on.