Drake
“You’re staring,” he muttered without opening his eyes.
“Because you’re pretty.”
His eyes opened just enough to glare at me.
“Go to sleep.”
“I was asleep.”
“You were staring.”
“Those aren’t mutually exclusive.”
“They are.”
“Not for me.”
His gaze dropped to our joined hands, and I watched the realization hit him. There was the flicker I had been waiting for, the instinctive urge to pull away before someone noticed he had done something vulnerable without permission from his pride.
I tightened my fingers before he could.
“No.”
His eyes narrowed.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to get weird.”
“I was not.”
“Emotionally weird.”
“I am not emotionally weird.”
“That is exactly what an emotionally weird person would say.”
He stared at me for several seconds.
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