“I’m sorry,” I mumble, feeling my cheeks heat up. Caught red-handed.
He lets out a small, dismissive scoff. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”
Then, in one swift move, he rolls onto his side. Suddenly, his face is inches from mine, and the proximity is completely overwhelming. I can feel the warmth radiating off his chest and I'm pretty sure I've forgotten how to inhale correctly.
“Look,” he says, his voice dropping, his eyes dark and ridiculously intense in the low light. “Maybe we should just... cuddle.”
My heart does a frantic double-kick. "Yeah, right," I manage, the sarcasm forced. I tuck the covers tighter around myself as if that will somehow protect me from him and his massive frame, which I absolutely cannot stop thinking about.
He huffs out a small laugh, shaking his head,
