DAPHNE
The alarm blares, and with a groggy hand I silence it. Stretching, I yawn and push myself out of bed, padding toward the bathroom.
"Good morning."
The deep voice nearly jolts me out of my skin. I halt mid-step, my heart stumbling.
"Oh." The sound slips out before I can catch it, as I gather myself again. For a moment, I had completely forgotten he was here. Ezekiel. Sitting in my living room like some shadow made of flesh.
I glance at that infuriatingly good-looking face and manage a small, composed smile. "Good morning." I reply softly, before fleeing into the bathroom.
The light above flickers as I switch it on, stuttering like it's on its last breath. Great. Another thing I need to fix.
I'm already dressed for work, my heels clicking softly against the floor as I step out
