He blinked, seeming surprised at her reaction before he sighed in annoyance and turned over, pulling the blanket up to his chin.
Rowan awoke slowly, aware that he was stretched out on the couch. He yawned, sitting up slowly and running a hand through his disheveled hair.
After about 10 minutes, he exited the bathroom, a towel around his waist. He hesitated at the bedroom door before entering, needing his clothes.
She was very still in her sleep, her fingers curled in her hair, which had come untied in sleep. After a moment, her eyes fluttered, the silver color shimmering. She didn't notice him, instead covering her eyes with her hands as she sighed, keeping the light away.
“I mean, you’ve already barged in,” he said bluntly. “You’ve already seen me. I hardly think a few extra seconds would matter.”
