(Annabel POV)
Kisses are planted along the tendon of my neck, which console me, slowing down my pulse. I sigh.
Dean moves his lips so they're close to my ear. "Mmmm, baby," he begins, "What are you doing up so late?" His voice is raspy as it sensually courses out. Oh, f**k me.
I turn around to face him. In an instant, the sight of him makes me feel better. He's half-naked, only wearing his boxers.
His dark locks are mussed from sleep, and he can't look any more hot than this. I can't help but to lick my lips at his toned body. I focus on his face, again. He's sleepy as his eyes have trouble
staying open. He's too adorable.
After admiring the current state of him, I finally answer his question. "I, uh, I couldn't sleep," I tell him.
"Oh, it wasn't because of me, was it
