The next day, I stirred awake to find Xin already dressed, his hair still slightly damp, proof that he'd showered long before I woke.
He was sitting on the bed, quietly watching me with a small, unreadable smile. The moment my eyes opened and met his, he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against mine.
I groaned, pulling away almost instantly, rubbing my face with one hand.
He laughed quietly, the sound soft and teasing. "What?" he asked, amusement dancing in his voice.
"I haven't brushed my teeth," I muttered, turning my head away.
"Who said I care about that?" he asked, his tone light, but the look in his eyes told me he was serious.
"Well, I care," I said, reaching for my phone on the bedside table. The screen lit up, and the time made my eyes widen in disbelief. "Nine a.m.?!" I blurted. "Why the hell didn't you wake me up?" I threw the covers aside and sat up fast.
