Lucy's POV
Last night with Phil was great. I had woken up just before he caught me staring at him while he slept.
“Good morning,” I said, irritated that he had just risen from bed and hadn’t bothered to say good morning to me. I was naked on his bed, the bed sheets covering me from my chest to my toes.
“Oh, sorry. It kind of skipped my mind. Maybe it wouldn’t have, if I hadn’t caught you watching me while I slept.”
“And what’s so wrong with that? I mean, you looked so cute when you were sleeping. I couldn’t resist.” I rose, back against the headboard, as I sized him up from head to toe.
“It’s creepy, Lucy.”
My brows furrowed. “What?”
He grabbed a shirt from his cupboard. “Stop acting like we are still lovebirds. All that ended a year ago.”
I chuckled. “I see what’s going on here,”
