Chapter 124 Caught

• I thought I had made it through Captain America, but I slept off during Thor for some reason. I was no longer sitting upright next to Tyrone when my eyelids fluttered open, and all I could see of his face was his lap. I lay there for a few more minutes, appreciating how the screen's reflected light bathed his face in a faint glow that made shadows dance down his strong jawline, preferring not to draw attention to the fact that I was awake. I had him rip his eyes off the television by using my fingers to trace his jaw from his ear to his lips without him realizing what I was doing.
• My hand retracted, and I placed it back on my lap, blushing. "Oh, sorry," I said.
• "Don't be," Tyrone said with a smile as he traced my jawline with his fingertips. "How was your nap? Is my company really that boring?"