I opened my eyes and groaned. My head was throbbing. I rolled over and reached for my phone and looked at the time. It was seven in the morning. The glare of the sun streaming through my bedroom window worsened my headache. Stupid hangover. I buried my face into Ian’s neck.
He tightened his grip on my waist when I shifted. I looked up at him. He looked so peaceful. He must have felt my eyes on him because he opened his. He gave me a lopsided smile.
“Morning,” he said, his morning voice deep. He pecked my forehead.
“Morning.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, slept like a baby,” I said.
He grinned. “You do look like a baby when you’re sleeping. You’re adorable.”
I smacked his arm. “Hey, I’m not adorable.”
He poked my cheek and said, “You are the most adorable person I’ve ever met.”
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