HANNAH
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miling
as I watched Nick sleep, I traced the defined lines of his jaw and cheeks with sparklers burning in my fingertips. He was so handsome, so peaceful, and a sigh floated up from my depths to rustle his thick lashes. Instantly his eyelids popped open, and he shot into a sitting position to stare at me with wide eyes and parted lips.
“Hannah- holy s**t… are you okay?” Warm, hard palms cupped my cheeks, and Nick pulled me roughly into his lap. A small giggle escaped my mouth, but it was enough to make him pause as he stared down at me with an intensity that bordered on a glare. “Why are you laughing?”
“I think you’re cute when you’re concerned.” Blurting out my answer before I’d even registered the thought, my smile widened at the surprise that shone on Nick’s face. “Why are
