Annabel's POV
Morning light spilled through the blinds, soft and hazy, cutting across the room in long stripes. I blinked awake slowly, still feeling a little sleepy. It took a moment to realize where I was. I was in Justin’s room, in his bed.
We must have moved from the couch somewhere in the night, though I had no memory of it. My body was heavy against his, and when I shifted, I realized, with a jolt, that my bare chest was pressed to his skin. My cheeks burned instantly as the thought sank in. I was topless. At some point, my shirt must have come off, maybe half asleep, maybe in the messy haze of last night’s closeness.
I froze. I didn’t dare move, hardly dared to breathe, hoping he was still asleep. His arm was draped around me, loose but protective, and his chest rose and fell in
