Mack stirred from sleep as a warm body pressed against his own. The familiar perfume played against his nose, revealing the unexpected visitor before he even opened his eyes. “Having trouble finding your own bed?” he teased, his voice gruff and scratchy from only a few hours of sleep. He could smell the distinctive tang of cactus cooler on her breath, too, and chuckled to himself. “Just get some sleep,” he said, running his fingers through the long, soft tresses of her hair. He could only imagine which of their fellow teammates had made the mistake of trying to drink Bobbi under the table. They’d undoubtably regret it in the morning.
bobbi groaned and twisted in the bed, her head hurting and the bed way too comfortable for the one she was used to. she could hear a odd but familiar voice by her. she opened her eyes, groaning again as she rubbed her eyes. ❛ huh — sleep ?? m — mack ?? shit, what time is it ?? ❜
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