Watching from the glass panel next to the entrance, Wes swallowed, thinking that those were the same legs that had been tangled with his only hours before. He backed away from the door before anyone noticed him ogling. Before Corinne noticed. The class would be over any minute, and he definitely didn’t want Corinne to see him staring at her—especially after waking up next to her with a stiffy. If she could have read his mind, she’d have known that it wasn’t just an innocent, REM-sleep boner. Not for the first time—he had to admit—Corinne had been the subject of his dream. His fingers were travelling up her thigh when he’d awoken. It was one thing to lust after your chick roommate, but it was something else when she was your best friend’s girl. I’m such an asshole. They hadn’t even been living together for a whole month, and Wes was already in trouble. The night on the couch had made that clear, even though it had been coming on for weeks.
