Chapter ThirteenThe sound of my phone alarm wakes me, but I struggle to emerge from the fog straightaway. Across me, tucking me safely into my duvet, George's arm serves as protection against the inconvenient outside world. He stayed over, and unlike the first time we fell asleep in the same bed, last night wasn't interrupted by sleepless doubts on my part.
"Morning," he whispers in my ear, making the prospect of getting up even less tempting than it already was.
I blink against the light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, and wait for reality to come into focus.
"Morning."
The peace and quiet is now ruined by my alarm clock, which is set to come on mere minutes after the phone, just in case the former doesn't rouse me. Another day lies ahead, but one which is set to start jus
