WILLOW
I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing. At first, I think it’s just my alarm but it’s not. Tate Mccrae blasts at full volume and Violet groans in her sleep.
“Ugh! Willow. Will you answer that already?” She grunts. “Some of us are trying to sleep here.”
Blindly, I search for my phone, disrupting random objects on my desk. Once I have it, I swipe left without bothering to check who the caller is.
“Who’s this?” I growl, impatiently. I’ve never been a morning person and do not intend to start now.
“Wow. Is that any way to greet your new boyfriend?” Aiden’s chuckle is a low rumble but it’s enough to rouse me awake.
“Aiden,” I check the time. 6:50 a.m. “Do you have any idea what time it is? Why are you calling me so early?”
“It’s almost seven.” He snickers on the other end of
