Violet
The shrill buzz of my alarm clock exploded next to my ear.
I groaned and flailed an arm over the edge of the bed, trying to smack it into silence. My fingers hit the lamp instead, nearly knocking it over. With a whimper of protest, I rolled onto my stomach and yanked a pillow over my head.
Just five more minutes. Five more to hold on to that infuriating, addictive dream. It was warm and electric. The kind of dream that leaves you flushed and aching in places no dream should be allowed to reach.
What was wrong with me?
Before I could sink back into the dream, a heavy weight landed right on my back.
“Oof!” I gasped, all the air knocked out of me. Then came the wet assault of a tongue across my cheek.
“Tiger,” I groaned, turning my head and cracking one eye open.
My 150 pound
