CORINNE
Something was making noise.
Not loud enough to fully register, just enough to claw its way into my sleep and ruin it. The insistent sound kept tugging at me, over and over, until I shifted beneath the covers with a groan.
Grrrrghhh… grrrrghhh.
My hand slid across the bed, clumsy and half-asleep, fingers searching for my phone without my eyes opening. I swiped at the sheets once. Missed it. Tried again, slower this time, irritation already blooming.
“Ugh… f**k,” I mumbled.
The sound cut off before I could find it.
Blessed silence settled over the room, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Whoever it was could try again later. Preferably never. I rolled slightly onto my side, tugging the covers closer, already sinking back into that delicious space between a
