Bed Sharing
Jessie felt like she was in a time loop when she awoke to gunfire and what sounded like the crunch of potato chips. Min Jun had her wrapped in his arms, but Jessie had felt the firm length of a human body pressed against her from hip toes on the opposite side from Min Jun. It had to be the twins, but then again, they had returned to Seoul and the lives of K-pop stars.
She opened her eyes to check out her theory. Call of Duty played on the TV. She looked down the length of the man with the most incredible ass. Perhaps as fine as Min Jun's.
That voice, though, didn't belong to Hong Gi or Luke. Laying beside the speaker, another man sat cross-legged with a controller clutched in his head. Diamond studs rimmed his ear. His biceps bulged from his white wife beater.
He must have felt her gaze on him because he glanced in her direction and smiled. Also, not either of the twins.
Jessie tapped MJ on the arm where it lay over her. "Min Jun, wake up."