"What—" Her voice cracked, high and sharp. "WHAT are you doing?!"
Fabian froze, caught red-handed. For a heartbeat, silence hung — thick, taut. Then his mouth curved into that damnable grin, slow and wolfish.
"Good morning, the sun's up."
"Don't you dare—!" Daisy shot to her feet, clutching the blanket around herself like armor, cheeks flaming. "You—were—" Her voice strangled into disbelief. "You were staring at my legs!"
Fabian arched a brow, entirely unrepentant. "I thought they were your face."
Her jaw dropped. "My—my face?!"
"Yes." He leaned lazily against the arm of the couch, crossing his arms over his bare chest. His crimson eyes glittered with mischief. "Imagine my surprise when instead of a sleeping face, I found…" His gaze deliberately flicked downward, a slow, shameless drag that made her clutch the blanket tighter. "…legs."
Daisy made a sound halfway between a gasp and a growl. "You perverted—!"
