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I froze and looked up to find Adrien's green eyes half-open, watching me with a lazy warmth that made my heart flip. His lips curled into the faintest smile, one that crinkled the corners of his eyes and turned my insides to mush.
"I thought you were still asleep," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur, mortified to be caught admiring him so openly.
"Was," he replied softly, shifting just enough to tuck me in closer, his thumb tracing lazy circles over the bare skin of my hip where my shirt had ridden up during the night. "But it's kinda hard to stay asleep when the prettiest boy in the world is playing with my hair and blushing like he's reliving every naughty thing we did last night."
I let out a quiet groan and buried my face against his chest again, feeling his low chuckle reverberate through me.
"You're such an asshole," I muttered into his skin, though my tone held no real complaint—only a shy, helpless happiness I couldn't quite hide.
