“Are you just going to keep staring?” he asked, startling the hell out of me. “Or are you going to at least say ‘good morning’?”
Nothing moved on him but his mouth.
His eyes were still sleepily shut. His face was slack. It was still perfectly angular with those high, hard cheekbones of his and that rigid jaw, but everything else remained solid as stone.
He knew I’d been watching him.
How long he’d been awake, I could only guess, but as I looked at him, with his strong arms stretched above his head, his hands planted firmly beneath his neck as he rested on his back, I noticed all of him.
And “all of him” was still fully clothed, still completely dressed in his black shirt and slacks from the night before.
I, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.
I had been changed into my bed
