“God, you’re so gorgeous…” I trailed off, thinking out loud. Heather’s dark brown locks were longer than she could handle sometimes. They weren’t straight, but not curly either, just like her. She identified as bisexual, and maybe her hair had something to do with that. I smiled to myself, realizing how silly that sounded. I pushed back a strand of her from her face and grinned when she frowned in her sleep. She wore the...