NOAH
The low, sleepy, gravelly voice sliced through the quiet room like a knife.
My hand was locked tight around the brass doorknob, my shoulders hunched up near my ears.
For a second, I seriously considered whether I could just yank the door open, sprint down the hallway in my socks, and throw myself out the nearest window.
Instead, I took a slow, pathetic breath, let go of the handle, and turned around.
Leo was sitting right in the middle of the kingsized mattress, cross-legged, wearing nothing but a low-slung towel wrapped securely around his narrow waist.
His hair was sticking up in all directions like a ruffled bird's nest, and he was watching me with an amused, half-sleepy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
I stood there by the door, clutching my jacket like it was a bulletproof vest, feeling my face heat up until my ears were practically glowing red.
