His brows furrowed as he stared at my face.
“What?” I asked, puzzled.
“You’re actually beautiful up close,” he said, then grinned.
I rolled my eyes and pushed his face away with my palm. Laughing, he caught my hand.
I froze.
He immediately let go of it and scratched the side of his cheek.
“Sorry… I forgot you’re touch-sensitive…”
Biting my lower lip, I pulled the blanket up. I clenched the hand Garett touched against my chest.
“…but at least, compared to before, your reaction isn’t as over-the-top anymore,” he added.
Yes, that’s true. I only realized it now that he pointed it out. Maybe because I’ve gotten to know him a bit. I know he jokes around a lot, but he’s harmless and I trust that he won’t do anything bad to me.
“Is it because you’re getting comfortable with me?” he asked
