The following morning I wake up and find myself sprawled across Dominic with my bra barely covering my chest. I quickly adjust myself, rush out of bed, and hurry to my closet. Just as I'm pulling on a shirt, Dominic wakes up and looks around for me. I fix myself and walk into his line of sight, which gets a loud laugh and large beam from him. "Regret not putting on a shirt last night, huh?"
"Shut up," I mutter sheepishly. "Get up, I'm hungry."
He dramatically groans and drags himself out of my bed. He pulls on his hoodie and struggles to get his shoes on. He uses my shoulder as a balance before he stands up and sighs. "I'm going to go get dressed. Text me when you're ready."
"Okay," I agree as I stare into the closet for today's outfit. I feel his gaze on me so I turn to face him with a
