KAIA’S POV
I woke up to the feel of something tickling my cheek and nose.
At first, I thought it was just a strand of my own hair, so I groaned and brushed it away with the back of my hand. I tugged the blanket closer and buried my face into the pillow, silently begging for a few more minutes of sleep. But then it returned again.
I scrunched my face and swatted at it lazily, still half-asleep. Whatever it was, it went away for a second—only to return, brushing across my skin again.
“Mmm,” I groaned, turning my head to the side, but the tickling followed. My hand flailed again in protest, only for the sensation to come back, more insistent this time.
I scrunched my nose, swiping at it with a little more force this time. Whoever or whatever was responsible, I wasn’t having it.
“Ugh…” I
