“Go away,” Jason muttered, trying to roll over, but Haley wasn’t having that.
“What the fuck?” Jason demanded, suddenly wide awake as he scrambled off the bed, his hand shoved down the front of his boxer briefs as he frantically searched for the handful of ice that she’d been forced to use.
“Oh, good,” she said, smiling brightly, “you’re awake!”
His glare shifted from her to the alarm clock on the hotel room’s nightstand and then back to her. Eyes narrowed in accusation, he said, “It’s not even seven in the morning.”
She sighed dramatically as she nodded, “I know. I let you sleep in.”