The bright sunlight rudely shoved me out of sleep. Again. Ugh. What did I ever do to the sun? I groaned, rolling over in a desperate attempt to cling to sleep—until my hand smacked into something solid.
Huh?
I frowned, still half-asleep, and let my fingers explore whatever brick wall had invaded my bed. Firm. Warm. Slightly rough. My palm slid upward, and suddenly, an entirely new texture greeted me.
...Wait.
Is that... stubble? My fingers kept moving on their own accord, brushing against something soft and—Squishy?
My brain took exactly three seconds to connect the dots.
1...
2...
3...
Oh. My. God.
My eyes flew open, blinking rapidly against the blinding light, and I came face-to-face with my very amused mate lying right next to me.
And my hand? Still plastered to his lips.
I gasped and yanked it away like I had touched molten lava.
Oh God, oh God, oh God—WHY AM I LIKE THIS?!