The sound of someone moving around the room quickly woke me up. I sat up, staring around the room as my eyes adjusted. I realised I wasn't at home, and it took me a few minutes to remember that I was at dillions. My eyes fell on Dillion. He was standing over at his dresser with his back to me and without a shirt on as he rummaged through his drawers. I couldn't help but admire the muscles that rippled beneath his skin, the way his back tapered down to a narrow waist. Guilt overcame me as I shouldn't be admiring Brax's best friend.
I watched as Dillion grabbed a fresh shirt and slipped it on before turning around to see me awake. His expression softened as he met my gaze, and I felt a rush of warmth in my chest.
"Morning," he said softly, walking over to sit at the edge of the bed. "Did
