He stares at me, but it’s completely obvious he’s still half-asleep, and his expression remains vague. Smiling, I pull the duvet back up, covering the bare shoulder he’s exposed by moving. “Go back to sleep,” I say softly, but as I turn to leave the room his eyes open fully, and a smile fills his face that I have never seen before on his grumpy visage. It’s warm and clear, and so full of happiness that it ruins me. I would pay money just once to have someone look at me like that. Then I stop dead as he says one word ‘Dylan’, before falling asleep again.
