Chapter 67. Morning Hard-on

Hycinth

I stared down at Leander's large frame on the bed, out cold, snoring softly, his clothes from the night before wrinkled and disheveled.

The competition was beginning today and I couldn't believe he'd decided last night was the opportune moment to get drunk off his ass. What was he thinking?

I let out a little cough, struggling to breathe with the suffocating scent of alcohol in the air. How the hell much did he drink?

Moving to the window, I pulled open the curtains. Sunlight flooded the room. Leander let out an irritated growl in his sleep and burrowed his face in the pillow. I shook my head.

Unlocking the window, I slid it open. I took a moment to poke my nose outside and inhale deeply, refilling my lungs with fresh air.

Turning to face him again, I placed my hands on my hips.

And just how the hell was I going to get him out of the bed?

As a matter of fact, given his alcohol drenched body, how did he even make it to bed on hi