Elle’s POV
His deep, unreadable eyes were fixed on my face like he’d been watching me sleep for a while. My heart skipped several beats at once. My face immediately went hot. A thousand thoughts rushed through my head all at once.
Did I say something out loud?
Did I moan his name?
Did I move in my sleep like I was… doing something?
Could he tell?
“Good morning,” I mumbled quickly, hoping my voice sounded normal—even though I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment.
His lips curled into the tiniest smirk, and his voice was low and amused when he said, “You must’ve been having a really… good dream.”
My cheeks caught fire.
I froze.
My stomach twisted itself into a tight knot. There was no way he knew. Right? But the way he said it, the way he was looking at me—it was like he d
