In my sleep, I felt a hot gaze on me. Jerking awake, I found Daniel's face way too close for comfort. Startled, I chucked my buckwheat pillow at him—harder than I meant. He yelped, and my grogginess vanished.
"You okay?" I asked, worried.
He was half-sprawled on the floor, clutching his cheek dramatically. No answer. I leaned in, trying to see if I'd actually hurt him. Sensing me close, he dropped his hand and leaned forward with a mischievous grin, shrinking the space between us. Our heartbeats thumped loud enough to hear.
I blinked slowly, my face heating up. Before I could react, a loud voice broke the moment. "Daniel, is Lauren up?"
We both looked up to see Melissa Grant, my closest work friend, standing there. She caught our nearness, slapped a hand over her eyes, then peeked thro
