
Better than before – Lynn Painter
"Please don't wake up," Bailey thought, watching the cynical, infuriating guy beside her sleep. Despite his button-pushing throughout their flight, she couldn't help noticing his attractiveness now—the length of his eyelashes, thickness of his dark hair, and tiny dimple in his chin. "You checking me out, Glasses?" he asked without opening his eyes, making her flush with embarrassment. "Swear to God I can hear you holding your breath. Relax and exhale, kid; it's okay to creep on me."