BLACKOUT
The alarm goes off at six a.m. sharp. Both Ethan and I jolt awake to the blaring sound of Lady Gaga.
Ethan nearly smashes the snooze button as he drops back down onto his pillow and draws me into his consoling arms.
I smile against my pillow. “Good morning,” I say drowsily, yawning.
“Bonjour, mon amour!” Ethan lifts up from his pillow and gives me a quick peck on the cheek.
I grin. “You’re on dayshifts now?”
He yawns, throwing his long leg over my hip and I rest my head in the nook of his shoulder. “Yep, I gotta get dressed. You can stay sleep in, but duty calls me.”
He offers a sleepy grin, kissing me softly on the lips, and a shiver of delight flutters through me.
“I wish you could stay.” I stroke his day-old stubble, studying his chiseled chin, the strength it holds. Og
