26

In a week, Kendall was going to start filming, and my opinion hadn’t changed. Photos of her would drop in the media, and her following would double every day, her popularity soaring.

No matter how I feel about her, I don’t need that kind of ride.

And that was what I repeated in my head when I woke up the next morning, her face nuzzled against my chest while she slept.

Damn it, she was gorgeous at this hour.

Her makeup had long worn off, her locks untamed and wild. The tiny freckles on the highest part of her cheeks unhidden. I was just running my fingers through her hair when her eyes fluttered awake.

“Mmm,” she groaned. “Hi.”

“Good morning.”

She pulled the blanket up to her neck, covering the body I’d been admiring.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked.

“Too good. What time is it?” She leaned over me, checking the clock on my nightstand. “Nine thirty. Wow, I can’t believe I slept this late. I’m usually up so early.”

I traced her face, her skin so incredibly soft. “I think that’s my fault. I