Or maybe it was the heat of Dare’s gaze. I felt it on me before I even opened my eyes. It was a weird sensation—both familiar and unnerving. Slowly lifting my eyelids, I found him sitting on an armchair off to the side of the bed, watching me sleep.No, not watching. Drawing.Eyebrows knitted together and lips pursed in deep concentration, his gaze flitted from me to the sketchpad propped on his bent knee. His hand moved across the surface and the only sound in the apartment was that of pencil on paper. Up and down and side to side, with long, sweeping strokes.It sounded beautiful. And almost made me forget where I was.In bed.Naked.After a night of mac and cheese and Dare.My body was sprawled across the bed, the sheets partially kicked off, exposing one leg, full chest, stomach, and part of my hip bone. One arm was under my head, the other rested in front of my breasts.My very, very naked breasts.I grabbed for the covers.“Don’t move.” Dare’s voice broke through the silence. “Leave it.
