Chapter 8
“Morning,” a husky voice whispered in my ear. He wrapped a hairy arm around me and never had I felt more... Uncomfortable.
I scooched out of his embrace and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. That was another morning without a strange swap happening. Odd. I assumed it might’ve become a more regular occurrence, but apparently not.
“Morning,” I muttered back, slipping out of the bed.
“You’re already getting up?” Devon asked, his tone confused. No surprise there. I was the snooze queen. I loved snuggling with my pillow and just lazing in my bed for hours. And yet, here I was, getting up immediately.
“I’m just excited to start the day,” I lied, not wanting to explain why I didn’t want to stay in bed with him. That would not go down well. And it would hurt his feelings. And he cert
