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Lessons learned

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

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Unfortunately, there was something worse than Zayne sneaking into his bed in the middle of the night:

Zayne already snuggled up in bed when Jay came home. And he wasn’t aware of it.

Jay was home late, pretty much slumping into the bedroom totally exhausted from his self-defence classes and he crashed onto the bed with a groan. It’d had been an interesting evening, but he might’ve been a little too into it and he definitely felt his body protest now. Just as he reached for his bedside lamp, thinking he should clean up first, something stirred on the other side of the bed behind him and something tickled over the small of his back.

His adrenaline spiked and he jumped back up with a yelp.

“WHA—?!” He deflated with a long and annoyed exhale, tension releasing as he noticed the smirking figure curled up in bed.

“Hey, baby,” Zayne said with a sly grin.

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