Dane's POV
The morning light spills through the curtains, painting everything gold. The sea outside sparkles under the sun, calm and endless. I blink a few times, stretch, and yawn. Daniel's still next to me—peaceful, quiet, like the world doesn't exist.
He looks different when he's asleep. His usual cold expression softens, and for a second, he almost looks... sweet. I stare at him longer than I should, my hand somehow tracing the bridge of his nose.
Tall, straight, and annoying—just like him.
Before I can pull my hand back, he catches it. His eyes are still closed when he says, "You have a crush on me, don't you?"
My heart skips. "What—no!"
He opens his eyes, that smug little smile already there. I quickly sit up and turn toward the window. "Nonsense."
He sits up behind me, warm arms circling my waist. "Good morning," he murmurs against my ear.
I don't look at him. "You were pretending to sleep, weren't you?"
