POV: Millie
I wake up soaked in sweat, twisted up in my sheets, and pissed off for no good reason. My temper's already lit like a match this morning, and I haven't even left the bed yet. The ceiling fan spins slowly overhead, doing absolutely nothing to cool me down. Downstairs, Han's already moving around the kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee and bacon hits me as soon as I'm awake enough to notice, and instead of being thankful, I'm annoyed that he's already taken over the morning before I could.
I shower fast, keeping the water cold until I'm shivering, then throw on the shorts I slept in and an old t-shirt I found folded in one of the dresser drawers. The cotton's soft from being washed a million times, worn thin at the collar. I head downstairs to deal with him. Today's plan is simp
