I push back so fast it's a miracle I don't trip again, scrambling to stand up straight. "I'm sorry, Angel! I didn't mean to—" My words tumble out, my gaze dropping to the floor in a hot rush of embarrassment.
Angel sits up quickly, the duvet pooling around his waist. His eyes are wide, sleep and shock mingling into pure confusion. He must be wondering how he ended up here, in my bed. I risk a glance up, then immediately look back down.
Neon, you idiot. Why did you have to step closer? Why did you touch him? If you'd just left him alone, you wouldn't have fallen on top of him like some clumsy, overeager—
Angel stands up swiftly, the practiced motions of a servant overriding his disorientation. He bows, just a slight, formal dip of his head. "I apologize, Young Master. I fell asleep on your bed last night. It was inappropriate."
Young Master...?
The words are a small, cold splash of water. That word again.
"Angel," I say, my voice firmer than I intend.
