It’s 9:03 am when Alec’s eyes begin to open. It takes him a moment to adjust to his surroundings, but then he spots me leaning against the wall opposite the bed and he immediately becomes alert. It’s a struggle to not smirk or laugh. He’s quite amusing.
“How long have you been watching me sleep?” He asks uncomfortably, his voice a little croaky from sleep.
“Seven minutes.”
“That’s creepy,” he states, scrunching his nose. The way he scrunches his nose is kind of cute.
“Creepier than trying to kill you?” I ask raising my eyebrow.
“I suppose not,” he snorts.
“For someone with your rap sheet, you’re awful jumpy,” I taunt him. His jaw clenches and he looks up at the ceiling. Hit a nerve I see. I remain still and silent and after a few minutes this begins to bother him.
“Have you decide
