Fiona
I woke in the morning with a jolt of panic, thinking I’d overslept my alarm.
But after checking the time on my phone, the realization dawned: there was no alarm. Because I didn’t have to go to work today. Or tomorrow. Or for a while.
Alexander’s hand appeared, latching onto my wrist.
“You don’t have to do that.” I let him drag me close to him, though. He wrapped his limbs all around me, encasing me in his body heat. “I’m not going anywhere this morning,” I said into his chest. “Remember?”
“Sorry,” he mumbled. I heard the sleepy smile on his lips. “Force of habit.”
I stretched – as much as I could within Alexander’s lazy embrace – and took stock of how I was feeling.
I’d napped all the afternoon prior, while my fiancé worked; then we had dinner together in the evening, a
