Morgan James

“Gabe gives me exactly as much shit about my ass as everyone else. Which, actually, I think I’m offended he doesn’t pay more attention.”

“Sorry about crashing in your room again.” Baller quirked his lips.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, I’m not. Since you’re the one who fell asleep on my shoulder,” Baller said blithely, even as he smirked. “And then wouldn’t let me leave the bed when I tried.”

“I’m hurt. Also, they don’t let you take your phone in the holding cell with you.”

Gabe snorted despite himself and tried to ignore the rush of affection. “Why am I not surprised you know that.”

“Aw, babe, don’t be jealous of my life experience.”

Gabe flushed at the pet name and decided to put it down to the alcohol.