It only made me laugh harder. My eyes leaked with tears as I sat up and clutched my stomach. “Oh my god, I can’t—” “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are right now?” His words cut through my hysteria like a knife. My laughter, the ridiculousness of our situation, melted away. All that was left was our proximity, the way our legs still tangled together beneath the covers—and his bright blue eyes, boring into mine. I swallowed. “I’m…I’m what?” “I’ve wanted to see you like this for what feels like a century,” he breathed.
