Nara’s POV
I woke up, and the very first thing I saw was his damn face.
Right there. Staring at me like some lovesick puppy with those big, beautiful, sad eyes. Ugh. Why did he have to look so ridiculously good in the morning? Hair a little messy, stubble on his jaw, that stupid concerned expression on his face like he hadn’t just left me high and dry yesterday to be with her. Jane. Freaking Jane.
“Good morning,” he said softly, reaching down to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
I blinked at him. “Good morning,” I mumbled back, though my tone made it very clear I was still mad at him. And he knew it. Oh, he definitely knew it.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
I raised a brow. “What do you mean?” I shot back.
Instead of answering, the i***t reached out and put his hand on my
