Chapter Fifty Four: Bump in the Road

Celine I woke up the next morning, feeling my face pressed against a hard wall of chest. I sniffled, recognizing the scent, and my eyes shot open. I jerked my head up, my gaze locking with Trevor's eyes. He was watching me with a smile on his mouth and a glint in his eyes. "Good morning," he said. I shifted away from him as if burned, wondering how I had gotten into his arms in the first place. I remembered clearly that we had placed pillows as barriers between us. I searched for the pillows on the bed and found them sprawled at the foot of the bed and on the floor. Trevor followed my gaze, remarking, "You're used to using the bed alone." He sat up on the bed. "Sleeping on the couch would have been a better idea. Your legs were active overnight." My cheeks burned. "You're teasing me, right? I'm always stiff when I sleep. I don't switch positions at all," I said, even though I didn't believe my words. Trevor made a face at my words. "Stiff?" He repeated, nodding cynica