I awake to the sound of music trickling in under my bedroom door. My heart races, knowing who’s playing the guitar on the other side of the door. My back is against Nolan’s front. I can hear his soft breathing as I rotate to face him. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”
Nolan opens his eyes and smiles. “What time is it?”
I grab my phone from the nightstand. “Six. Do you want to eat something before you go?”
Nadia’s family has a lady, Marie, who cooks and cleans for them. She usually comes to cook a large midday meal for Carlos and Nadia, which Nolan and I apparently missed because of our nap.
“I can warm up Marie’s lunch. I’ve heard her cooking is out of this world.”
“Sounds great, just give me a second to wake up,” he says with a yawn.
I roll out of bed and grab my brush from the bathroom. Givin
