I wake up with my face against something warm and something tickling my nose. I blow out a huff of breath and shake my face slightly to get it off of me, but it stays unmoving. I try to drift off back to sleep but it continues to tickle my nose and when I am on the verge of a sneeze, I groan and try to slap it off my face.
My fingers reach up and feel that it is hair, so my eyes open and widen to saucers when I see that I have nuzzled into the back of someone's neck and their hair is in my face. I slowly remember that it is Ryker sharing the bed with me, and I inhale sharply. I slap my hand over my mouth and stop myself from moving too quickly away from him, afraid that he will wake up and find me in this embarrassing position.
