" Why are you looking at me like that?’’ he asked, his hand tensing for a second on my hip.
“No reason.’’ I moved my hand up his chest and on the way his abs contracted.
He pushed me away abruptly, forcing me to sit up with him. With the scruff hiding parts of his cheeks I wasn’t sure, but he seemed to be blushing. “You shouldn’t touch a man like that in the morning,’’ he rasped, his hand hiding his crotch. "

― Stephanie Witter , Six Years