I screamed in my head, trying to figure out how to handle the situation. I decided to fake sleep.
“I know you’re not sleeping, Serena,”
I ignored his voice and let out a loud snore to sell the act.
“I’m tempted to kiss you if you don’t get up,” he added. This time, his voice had lost its playful edge. I jolted upright.
He reclined in his seat like a king, and I—his disloyal subject—stood, guilty and embarrassed.
Maybe he was a king… a king in his own paradise.
“I... I’m sorry for…” My voice trailed off as I wrung my fingers, unsure what I was even apologizing for.
He sat up slightly, giving me his full attention, the usual smirk dancing on his lips.
“Sorry for what? Drooling on my shirt?”
My eyes widened. He pointed to a growing damp patch on the right side of his chest.
“Oh no…”
