I woke up smiling.
Not the half-awake kind where you're still mostly somewhere else. Fully conscious, both eyes open, smiling at the ceiling like I'd just heard something funny and was still thinking about it. For a second I just lay there and let that be strange. The morning light was doing its thing through the curtains. The string lights along the window ledge were still on from the night before, warm and low. Everything was quiet.
Then my brain, fully awake now and apparently determined to make things difficult, replayed the path.
His jaw. The rough edge of it. Warm skin. The half second before I stepped back and turned and walked — floated — away. The way he said my name behind me, soft.
I pulled the pillow over my face.
I was lying in bed at seven in the morning reliving a cheek
