My lids opened and met the dim room, the curtains weren't pulled back but the lamps were turned on and the table clock said it was eight in the morning. Myles was sitting on the bed in the same trousers he slept in and shirtless also as he had slept off last night. His head was resting in his hands, there were locks of hair that fell over his forehead. He was watching me.
He watched me sleep.
"Did I kick you?" I panicked as the thought of the kind of sleeper I am dawned on me.
"Time to time, but I can take it." He chuckled. His voice was husky from being quiet, sounding even deeper when he chuckled.
Instinctively, I slapped my palms over my face and hid behind them, but he followed immediately and pulled them away.
Blushing, I averted my eyes upwards, avoiding meeting his.
"You
