“I’m sorry for even being here. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” His lips lift in a tiny smirk. “Waking up to you did not make me uncomfortable.” Heat blossoms in my chest, and I press my lips together, fighting a smile. “Do they really just roll you onto the floor?” Nathan shrugs. “If they have to. Did I really spoon you?” “You…did,” I say. “But it’s fine. It was actually kind of nice. I haven’t been spooned in a while.”
