⊰ 23 ⊱ Missed Connections

My eyes snap open at the phone blaring, jolting me out of my slumber.

What the hell..?

With my head still resting on Cade’s bare chest, I lay perfectly my hand slayed over his abs. Almost instantly, he shifts slightly beneath me, reaching for his cell phone and silencing it.

The light from the sunrise creeps through the edges of the curtains, and knowing I can't lay here forever, I nearly panic trying to figure out what I should say.

He spent the night…

Memories of last night play over in my head, and I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment at how I practically threw myself at him. I want to blame it on the pot, but truthfully, all the weed did was make me bold enough to say and do what I really wanted to.

Oh, this is bad…this is SO bad.

In the next moment, I hear a dial ring through his phone. “Good morning,” he speaks lowly, more than likely assuming I’m still asleep.