I wake to the softest touch grazing my bare stomach—warm fingers trailing lazily, possessively, like they've done this a thousand times before. An arm snakes around my waist, firm but gentle, and a leg flops over mine like it belongs there.
"Marie," he murmurs, voice low, still half asleep, but rich and husky enough to do sinful things to my spine.
"Mmm," I hum, too warm and too content to open my eyes just yet.
"Would you consider being my girlfriend?" He he says, his voice thick and gravelly with sleep and something else.
My eyes snap open. "What?"
I blink at him, wide-eyed, mouth falling open like a total idiot. did he just say...?
"I am joking," he chuckles. the corners of his lips lifting into that cocky, dangerous smile as I smack his chest,feigning outrage.
"I meant what I said earlier, though," he states, his expression grave and unwavering.
"What!?" I prop myself up on my elbows.
"Marie, I'm just kidding," he exclaimed, laughter erupting from him.
