I'm not even sure when we fell asleep in the middle of conversation, but the alarm blasting from my cell phone at 5:00 am caused me to jump about a mile off the bed. I swore under my breath as I whacked my elbow on the cinder block wall beside my bed.
Andrew was flat on his stomach, his naked back open to the warm air, my top sheet sloping gently over his perfect backside, leaving very little to the imagination.
I was practically drooling as I watched him sleep, his face at peace, his defined muscles arching delicately over his shoulders and back.
"Stop staring." He muttered quietly with a grin taking over his face. I felt my face instantly heat ashamed at being caught staring.
"I wasn't staring."
He sat up and stretched his arms above his head. "You were staring." He grinned. "But
