Paul pov
The obnoxious buzzing of a phone pulls me from my slumber. Dreadingly, I open my eyes, wincing at the blinding light pooling in from the open drapes. I search around for my phone, only to realise the annoying chime is not mine.
Edie lies next to me, still sound asleep. How is this girl still sleeping through this annoying ass alarm? I spot her phone on the end table. Carefully, as not to wake her, I stretch over her sleeping figure, silencing that god forsaken alarm. I lay back in bed, grabbing my own phone from the floor.
"f**k me." I groan under my breath. I overslept. I never overslept. I hardly ever slept at all, but last night had actually worn me out. I'd never felt so much pleasure or satisfaction as I did last night. And I wasn't a snuggler. Every other woman I'd broug
