He doesn’t notice me staring, because he’s busy wiping his forehead with the hem of his T-shirt. The man has got abs. Abs everywhere. “Oh, you’re up. Hi…” he says when his head snaps up. I startle, quickly wiping the drool from my lip, then cleaning up the mess on the counter as I mumble an awkward ‘good morning’. Smooth, Karli. So smooth
