*Griff*
The buzzing of the alarm clock slices through the tranquility of the room and my blessed sleep, the sound akin to a chainsaw in a library. Anaïs is already up, standing by the window like some kind of angel bathed in the soft morning light. She turns towards me, a grin plastered on her face.
“Time to get up, sleepyhead,” she calls out.
The sound of her laughter is almost as jarring as the alarm clock right this moment. I pull the covers over my head, groaning. I have never been a morning person, and after the deal she brokered last night, I am even less inclined to leave the comfort of our bed… Damn Why are we men so easy?
Anaïs, though, has no such qualms. She strides over to the bed, yanking the covers off me. I sit up, shooting her a glare.
“I can’t believe you made me ag
