Page 98 of Introvert

It was a beautiful sight.

His eyes were closed.

Thick dark lashes rested against his cheeks.

Every feature, including his sharp jaw and cheekbones, seemed softer somehow.

I gave myself a mental shake.

I really needed to stop doing this. Gazing at a slumbering Felix had become something Ilooked forward to. There was always a new detail I hadn't noticed before. Like the small star-shaped birthmark next to his ear—or the little scar beneath his eyebrow.

I wondered how that happened.

As I watched, Felix's lips tipped up.

Must be having a good dream, I thought.

But then he said, "You watching me sleep again?"

Startled, I didn't answer right away, and his eyes opened slowly.

"Don't worry," he said. "I do it too.But with you."

I released a quiet scoff. "You do not. You're never up first."

"That's what you think."

I studied his features, looking for signs of a lie, but came up empty.

"I like when you wake up then pretend you're still sleeping so I'll hold you longer," he said.

"I don't do that."

Much, I mentally added.

I wouldn't do it at all—but it just felt so good.

Felix nodded. "Sure, you don't."

Forcing a frown, I said, "If you're trying to embarrass me—"

"I'm not."

"Then why did you say that?"

"Because it's true," he said and gently ran his thumb over my cheek."Can't think of a better way to start my day."

I threw him a smile. "In a twin bed with surprisingly soft sheets?"

"No," he said. "Next to you."

I didn't know if his touch or his words moved me more.

My heart was basically a puddle at his feet.

"Nice line," I said softly.

"You're the only one I've said it to, princess."

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