I rolled over in my bed and with a slow moan I checked my clock – ugh, too early! Running my fingers through my knotted hair, I kicked the remaining covers off my body. I swivelled my feet off the bed and pushed myself up on to the cold wooden floor, grabbing my purple hoodie from the back of the chair. Turning to look at myself in the mirror, I frowned. I was not a morning person that was for sure. ‘I don’t think it’s that bad, do you?’ I spun round to see Shaq passing by the door and grinning at my expression at the mirror. He was only wearing a pair of grey trousers – no top. His body took my breath away and I could feel my legs go wobbly. I grabbed the table to steady myself, taking deep breaths; I must have looked ridiculous. ‘Are you OK? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to catch me walking around half dressed.’ ‘Erm … It’s fine … I really don’t mind. Really.’ I cringed inside as soon as the words came out. Did I seriously just say that? Suddenly it went quiet between us and we stared at each other.
