Kenna
I open one eye and peek to my right. The bedside table has a vase of fresh flowers (not Oreos like at my house), and a crystal clock shows eight am. I swallow hard and slowly look to my left. Nick is on his stomach with one arm thrown possessively across my middle. One of his legs is straight, and the other is heavily laying on mine. His thick curly hair is a wild mess, and his full pink lips are parted. Gulp. I had almost managed to convince myself that last night didn’t happen. I need to get out of here before someone catches us.
Inch-by-inch I pull my leg out from underneath his. He mutters in his sleep and tightens his grip on my waist. Dammit. I continue trying ninja my way out from under him, slowly getting my leg free and using both hands to try and lift his heavily muscled
