They broke apart too quickly, so abruptly it felt like a crime scene interruption, just in time to see Tristan darting back toward the room, feet slapping softly against the floor as if speed could erase what he might have witnessed.
Cassie's heart lurched. Heat rushed to her face, sharp and unforgiving.
"Oh God," she whispered, panic threading her voice. "How much did he see? He wasn't supposed to be awake this early."
Her embarrassment sat heavy on her shoulders, the kind that made her suddenly hyperaware of everything. Her lips, her breath, the lingering warmth where Franklin's hands had been.
Franklin, on the other hand, only smiled, relaxed and maddeningly calm, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"He went to bed earlier than usual last night," he said
