“Shit.” The softly muttered curse jerked his gaze away from her arms. Eyes open, she blinked up at him. “Fucking hell, I fell asleep on you. Were you watching me sleep this whole time?” She scooted back a bit, rubbing her eyes.

“Not the entire time,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Because that’s not weird at all,” she said around a jaw-cracking yawn as she stretched her arms over her head, her top molding around her breasts. For the first time, Keiran noted she wasn’t wearing a bra. The worn material of her top did nothing to hide a damn thing. He tore his eyes away from her nipples, poking against the top.

“I wasn’t being a creeper, promise. I should go,” he added even as he’d all but told himself moments ago that wasn’t a good idea. He was also way too aware of her soft thighs in those shorts.

“Wait it out. I refuse to be labeled a completely heartless bitch to send you out in some freak storm weather like this.” She got off the couch to peer out the window. “Looks real bad out there.”

Keiran was proud of himself. His eyes didn’t linger on her ass. He merely snuck a quick look. But when Cherisse returned to the couch, he maybe had some of that lingering heat in his eyes because the concern melted away as she cocked her head at him.

“You’re doing it again.”

“What?”

“Let’s not pretend like you don’t know.” Her tongue swiped out and wet her bottom lip, and well, that was just unfair. Had she done that on purpose, or was it just an unconscious nervous move?

He did know what he was doing. She wasn’t wrong. He wanted to kiss her. She wore the soft and sleepy look well, but it was the concern he’d seen in her eyes that made him want to risk it all for another kiss. She’d actually cared about him going out in this rainy mess, even after all the shit he’d done tonight. But he needed to dial it down a bit. He didn’t want Cherisse feeling uncomfortable around him like he’d pounce on her at any moment.

“Sorry,” he muttered, all too aware of his tight boxer briefs beneath the towel. He should’ve tossed those into the dryer too, but it would’ve been too strange sitting on Cherisse’s couch bare-assed, even with the towel. “I probably wouldn’t survive another one of your ‘putting my back into it’ kisses, anyway.”

“You sure won’t.” The little smile quirking up the corner of her mouth made him hard, promised so many naughty things.

Her hand drifted up slowly, hovered near his face as if giving him time to move away. Why would he ever? Her hand brushed his cheek, and Keiran didn’t move, barely released a breath in case any sudden movements would jolt her to her senses. Make her realize what she was doing. He wasn’t sure what was happening right now.

“What are you doing?” he whispered, not wanting to shatter whatever this was but compelled to ask.