Remi’s POV

The weight of something warm on my stomach stirs my eyes open, forcing me to turn to the source. My drowsy eyes are met with floating emeralds staring back at me, shocking me for a moment. I’m not used to having someone else in my bed.

“How long have you watching me?” I ask, stifling a yawn because I’m sure Gray doesn’t want to smell my morning breath. I couldn’t think of anything less attractive.

The corner of Gray’s mouth ...