Holding my breath, I felt his fingertips ghost through my hair.
'She smells so good.'
'Just one kiss. She won't notice... right?'
Then—warmth. The barest brush of lips against my forehead, gone before I could even gasp. I clenched the sheets to stop myself from reacting.
He exhaled, shoulders relaxing as he turned to leave.
I struck.
Throwing off the covers, I blinded him with the bedside lamp. "Freeze!"
His silhouette stiffened mid-step.
"Explain. Now." I hugged my arms tight, my voice shaking. "Since when is my bedroom the midnight snack aisle?"
Ethan turned slowly, his expression the picture of sleepy confusion. "Must've been sleepwalking."
"Oh, bullshit. The doctor said my injury might have some side effects." He rubbed his temples. "Where am I?"
'Perfect.'
I burst out laug
