JUSTIN’S POV
Allison yawns and rolls onto her back, tugging the blanket over herself. I snort softly.
I reach out and trace a lazy line along her cheek with my finger but she nudges my hand away without even opening her eyes.
Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I try to take a photo. She looks ridiculously beautiful with her messy hair and cute face. She’ll probably demand I delete it the second she sees it, but it’s worth the try. I mean, how could I not want a picture of the way her blonde hair falls around her face this morning?
Tilting the phone closer to her face, I snap the picture, only to glance at the screen and see her eyes wide open. I flinch.
“Delete it,” she groans, rubbing sleep from her eyes. “Delete it before I fight you. I’m very cranky in the morning.”
I slide t
