Contra-Bandy ch10When I woke up, my head was pounding again, and someone was nuzzling my neck. That was almost as annoying as the headache. I hated cuddling on principal, but it was worse when I knew it was just my drunk roommate. "Get off already. How much did you have last night anyway?"The nuzzling slowly included lips. God. It tickled like hell. Whatever he was dreaming, I didn't want to be part of it. My recent experiences had quite put me off dreams.
Truthfully, I did want mine less than Shawn's, but not by very much.He grumbled something and I really had to hit him then. It didn't move him, and it made him do something that tickled so much I nearly swore out a laugh. There were probably small countries in which I could have him arrested for this kind of behavior. I'd have to get out a map and the internets later and find one of them.More grumbling.
Contra-Bandy ch9Uff da.My head was killing me, and my hands felt as if I'd stuck both of them into a garbage disposal. I moaned into the coarse pillow and tried to smother myself. My whole face felt dry and stretched, as if I had the mother of all sunburns. And the inner curve of my elbows both felt bruised. For a second I was certain that I'd fallen out of bed, then discarded that notion on the basis that I still had a pillow as well as an itchy blanket underneath me. Apparently I'd been too keen on my nap to get under the covers."It's about time you came around."I shot upright, then had to bite back a cry of pain. "Jimmy?!"He was leaning carelessly against a large console, so that I wondered if he'd planned it out. A tentative smile played on his face, but something seemed to be holding it back. "You still don't remember me, do you?"It was actually a complicated question. I remembered him as part