The next morning started with betrayal.
Because I woke up fully prepared for work.
And Adrian apparently woke up fully prepared to ruin those plans.
I had barely sat up in bed and reached for my phone when a strong arm suddenly wrapped around my waist and dragged me backward again.
Straight into his chest.
I gasped.
“Adrian—”
“No.”
“That’s not a proper response.”
“It’s enough.”
I twisted slightly trying to escape while Adrian buried his face against the back of my neck like a giant sleepy menace.
“We have work today,” I complained.
“You have family in New York.”
“We still have work.”
“You’re not going.”
I blinked.
Then slowly turned my head toward him.
“…Excuse me?”
Adrian finally opened one eye lazily.
“You’ve been working nonstop since you got better” he said quietly.
