AMBER POV
George Ezra’s deep, soulful voice filled the room, pulling me out of the fog of sleep with the gentle strumming of “Budapest.” For a few blissful moments, I just lay there, soaking in the peaceful melody. Autumn stirred faintly in the back of my mind, still groggy from whatever funk she’d been in last night.
I stretched lazily, reveling in the warmth of the bodies surrounding me. Alan’s arm was draped over my waist, Aaron’s leg tangled with mine, and Alek’s steady breaths tickled the back of my neck. It was perfect, and for once, I was calm, content, and—
“Why is a random guy’s voice your alarm, treasure?” Alek’s deep, rumbling voice shattered my blissful moment like a wrecking ball.
I froze. Damn it, why couldn’t I just have one peaceful morning without someone’s jealo
