I woke up in the hotel bed early the next morning, before my wakeup call. I laid there for a few minutes, wondering why the hell my body decided it was time to wake up, when my phone dinged. I looked at the screen and saw it was six A.M.
I opened it to find a picture of Casey, face turned comically sad, laying shirtless in bed, his arm spread out to the empty side of the bed where I’d been sleeping. His message said, Can’t sleep.
I typed out a message. I was sleeping just fine till you woke me up. b***h.
He replied a moment later. It’s amazing how used to sleeping with someone you can get. Maybe I’ll get a puppy.
I’m a much better cuddler than a puppy. I have hands for massages and stuff, too.
He sent a winky-face emoji. I would love a massage right now.
I shook my head, frowning at
