Hockey Boyfriend For Pay
For a split, disoriented moment, I think I’m dreaming again, but then he squeezes my tit even harder and growls against my neck.
He is actually very real.
And he needs to get the fuck out of here.
I grab my phone and stop the alarm before turning in his arms because he’s too heavy to just push away.
“Bram, you need to leave now.”
“Mmm… nah.”
“No, seriously. Get dressed and—”
Before I can finish, an even louder alarm starts from the other side of the room, shrill and violent, and this time Bram wakes up with a gasp, realizing he actually needs to get out of here. Probably just like this — half naked, half asleep, and half stupid.