I blinked, staring at the gorgeous man sleeping beside me. His hair was splayed out over his face; it looked like a hundred ferrets lived in there.
I beamed with pride. I might have had something to do with that.
I pulled his hair away from his eyes and smiled. There was that little mole I'd come to love. I couldn't see those gorgeous blue eyes behind the closed lids but they were imprinted in my brain anyway.
Especially after last night, when he went down on me all the while looking up at me. I wanted to…
Okay, pause.
I shook my head, banishing the naughty thoughts. It was too early to fantasize about the amazing sex we had last night. Or was it?
I didn't know. It was my first time having real sex with my fake husband whom I'd said 'I love you' to. Where did that leave us?
Was this going to be awkward? Would we both going to pretend last night didn't happen or…
"You're staring."
