BRITTANY'S POV
My heart almost jumped out of my chest as I instinctively moved away from him.
The look in his eyes was just as obsessive as him knowing about my skincare product.
My hands clenched into fists as I watched him. Why the hell was he watching me sleep like a creep?
No, it wasn't romantic at all especially since he wasn't my boyfriend or a romantic interest or anything of the sort.
“What are you doing?” I finally worked up the question when it felt like we had been in a staring down competition for hours.
“You don't look happy to see me.” He said softly. The softness of his voice was a surprise and I arched a brow at him.
Did he hit his head or something? Happy to see him? Why the hell would I be?
“Are you letting me go?” I asked dryly. His eyes darkened, and his jaw cl
