Helen’s POV
When I opened my eyes next, sunlight filtered in through the living room windows. I was still lying on Justin. Though now I’d slid down, so I lay sideways across his lap. Looking up, I saw him looking down at me.
He smiled. “You look pretty when you sleep,” he said.
I blushed. It was such an innocent compliment and so unlike our usual interactions. He got the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, too.
“You’re even prettier when you blush,” he said.
Something hard throbbed against my cheek, and I hurried off his lap. I wasn’t ready to do that—yet.
Justin flushed even deeper and looked away from me, rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry about that. It’s just—”
“It’s okay. I get it,” I said. “That was kind of the expectation for our bodies in the past. So, naturally,
