“Stop staring at me, brat,” he mumbled without opening his eyes, and I would have jumped, except I was too damn comfortable. “You let me sleep on you, trauma bestie.” Connor’s chest rumbled, but I swear the smallest of smiles tilted up the corner of his lips as he finally graced me with the gorgeous green of his eyes. “You’re an absolute pain in my ass, but even I hate seeing the literal suitcases you’ve got under your eyes. I wasn’t going to risk waking you, not even to get more comfortable.”
