The next morning, I wake up to the sweet pressure of Nolan's lips on mine. It is soft and gentle, and it feels like he's been awake for a long time and is only now giving in to the urge to kiss and wake me up from sleep.

Though my eyes are still heavy with sleep when they flutter open, he smiles down at me.

"Good morning," he says quietly.

"Morning," I murmur, watching how my cheeks turn crimson in embarrassment.

He smiles even harder, as if expecting that reaction from me. "I book something ...