You were watching me sleep, werent you? His voice was low, gravelly, still thick with the remnants of sleep. My heart skipped a beat as I froze, my hand still hovering near his face. I hadnt even realized he was awake until those piercing eyes of his locked onto mine.

N-no, I stammered, pulling my hand back like Id been burned. But he caught my wrist before I could retreat, his grip firm but gentle. He smirked, that infuriating, knowing smirk that always made my stomach ...