“Wake up,” I shook his unconscious body consistently.

“What is going on?” Lance muttered, shuffling around the bed before opening his eyes to look at me.

His eyes glistened and it made my toes curl. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and ruffle it more than it was. He had the cutest bed hair and I could watch him all day long.

“What?”

He questioned, placing his hands on his face to block out the sun so he could look at me properly.

“Nothing,” I murmured absentmindedly.

“Come here,” he smirked, pulling me down.

Not matching his strength, I fell flat on his chest and made a...