Emily's POV.
The first thing I saw when I woke up was Cole.
Not on the bed. Not even on the chair. On the floor.
I sat up on the couch, rubbing my eyes, trying to make sense of it. This i***t had actually chosen to sleep on the floor instead of the ridiculously huge bed that his father had arranged for us. I hated the man, but even I had to admit that was a level of stupid I hadn’t expected.
My gaze dropped to his face. His jaw was tight even in sleep, like he was still scowling at me in his dreams. His arms were crossed over his chest, his legs stretched out, one foot slightly twitching.
For a second, I was tempted, really tempted…to stomp on his foot. Just a little. Just enough to wake him up with a nice jolt of pain.
But I held back.
Last night had been funny for me, even though
