Letisha's POV
How was I going to look Adrian in the eye this morning and not remember that dream? My answer? I wasn't.
I simply avoided eye contact all morning.
I pulled my hand back swiftly when we both reached for the salt at the same time.
“Are you okay?" Adrian asked as the salt-shaker appeared in front of my plate. My face had remained constantly heated since I woke up this morning. I was sure I resembled a walking tomato by now. He was probably concerned I had a fever or something. It took all my concentration to focus my gaze on my scrambled eggs instead of peeking at him.
“Yup," I mumbled around a bite of toast.
“You're sure it doesn't hurt?" he pressed.
Without realizing it, I glanced up in confusion. “Huh?"
Adrian's brow wrinkled in genuine concern. “Your ankle. I di
