KATY'S POV
Braydon buries his face in my hair, tugging me closer until my body molds against his bare chest. I press my cheek to him, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
His fingers trace lazy patterns along my shoulder, then drift up to cup my chin. I feel him tilt my face gently toward his, and I meet his gaze.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” He asks.
I blink at him, running through my schedule in my head: classes, Allie’s tutoring session… nothing that stressful.
“Depends,” I say slowly, biting my lip. “On what time.”
“Seven pm.”
I furrow my brows, searching his face for clues, but he’s already fighting back a smirk. “What’s happening at seven?” I ask, curiosity tinged with suspicion.
He picks up a strand of my hair, rolling it between his fingers before leaning in,
