Zane's POV~
Oh, fuck. I feel so hot and tired.
I slowly opened my eyes, only to find Alfie sleeping beside me on the same sofa. His strong arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, clearly trying to prevent me from slipping off in the middle of the night. A thick blanket covered us both, trapping warmth between our bodies.
No wonder I feel like I'm roasting.
Carefully, I tried to slide off the couch, not wanting to wake him. But gravity wasn't on my side. I ended up dropping to the floor with a dull thud, my backside landing squarely on something hard and pointed. A sharp jolt of pain shot through me, and I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from yelping.
My eyes darted down to the culprit. It was one of the shoes I had unwrapped yesterday...a gift that had clearly decided to attack me this morning.
