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Jason was dead weight on top of you — warm, heavy, completely unbothered as he dozed against your shoulder.
“Jay,” you whispered, nudging him. “You’re crushing me.”
A sleepy grunt. No movement.
You tried again, shifting beneath him. Big mistake. His arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer. “No,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “You’re my pillow.”
You huffed, fingers threading into his messy hair. “You’re ridiculous.”
Jason let out a slow, satisfied sigh, completely content. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, voice fading into sleep. “Y'know, baby, pillows don't talk."