I smiled softly, my fingers drawing lazy circles on his back. "You're impossible," I whispered.
Suddenly, I heard him murmur—this time, fully awake.
"I thought you didn't want me in this room."
Before I could process his words, his arms tightened and in one swift motion, I was beneath him. My breath hitched as I stared up into his eyes, now gleaming with something entirely different—something intense, something hungry.
"Not anymore," he whispered, voice low and thick with mischief.
And then, he kissed me.
Not the sleepy kind.
This one was deliberate—slow, lingering, sending a flutter all the way to my toes. His lips moved from mine to my jawline, then to my cheek, and down to my neck, where he left a teasing nip that made me gasp. I winced slightly at the sting, my hand rushing up to smooth the skin.
"You bit me," I whispered in disbelief, half laughing.
"Just marking what's mine," he said, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.
But just then—click—the door swung open.
We froze.
"Oh, sorry, dear!" Mrs. Fraser's voice chimed in as she stepped into the room, completely unaware of the chaos she'd just walked into. "I forgot to bring you an extra blanket—oh."
Her eyes finally landed on us. Danny was still hovering over me, shirt rumpled, my hair clearly wild from his earlier ambush. My cheeks flushed a shade of crimson I didn't even know was possible.
"I—uh—blanket!" she said, quickly tossing it on a nearby chair before turning on her heel. "You two—carry on with... resting! Goodnight!"
And the door shut.
Hard.
I stared at Danny, my face still burning. "You're so dead," I muttered.
He just burst out laughing, falling beside me. "Worth it."