BRAYDON'S POV
Katy’s tiny fingers are threading through my hair, slow and absent-mindedly, like she’s not even aware she’s doing it. My eyes are still closed, but I can feel her watching me. I can feel that soft, warm stare she always gives me.
I open my eyes, and yeah… the exact smile I imagined. It’s completely unfair to my heart, especially with her messy hair and her t**s drowning in her little top.
“Did I wake you up?” she whispers, biting her lip like she’s scared she disturbed me.
I shake my head, pulling her closer by the waist. She’s cute, she’s small and she’s perfect in every way. I still can’t believe she’s mine. The same girl who showed up six weeks ago to tutor me in her small peach shirt, tired as hell from a bad day, is now curled into my chest.
I nudge her forehead l
