LAINE
I wake up in Daddy Nick’s arms. No college. No work. It makes me smile to find him still sleeping.
I’m not a virgin. I’m not a virgin. I’m not a virgin.
I feel different. Squiggly inside.
Happy.
I roll over to face him, and he stirs but doesn’t open his eyes. I stare at him, just because I can. It’s a guilty pleasure, staring without him knowing.
Like I’m spying, chasing secret glances.
He looks so beautiful in the morning light. His dark eyelashes, his perfect shadow of stubble. His strong nose, his cheekbones. His brows are so well-shaped, and serious, even when he’s sleeping. The light makes the grey at his temples look so fine, just a smattering, and it doesn’t make him look old, not like Kelly Anne thinks. It makes him look so professional.
“I know you’re staring,” he sa
