Stacey’s POV:
“Wake up, sweetie, we are going to be late. Please get up.” I heard Noah’s voice as if straight from a fantasy. I slowly opened my eyes, the rays of sun coursing through. I squinted my eyes, deciding to take it slow.
I finally regained at least some of my sight and opened my eyes completely. I felt myself on something hard yet soft, and I could hear a heartbeat.
I looked up only to be met with Noah’s stare. He looked so mesmerized, as if seeing some exotic creature for the first time.
“Morning.” I whispered, adjusting my posture.
“Good morning, angel,” he replied, kissing my forehead. Suddenly the events of last night came flooding in, making my cheeks burn.
“What time is it?” I asked.
He glanced over at the clock next to the bed.
“It's 9 o’clock.”
“9 what?” I ex
