“Wake up, lovebirds!” Maggie pounded on the door. Her attempt at a sing-song tone fell flat, coming off as more grating than cheerful.
Em groaned softly, burying her face deeper into my chest, clearly trying to block out the noise. We were tangled together, face to face. Her upper arm was draped over my waist, her other hand nestled between us, while both of mine held her tightly against me, unwilling to let go of the warmth and comfort of her presence.
“Are you up?” Maggie called again, this time with a rhythmic banging that could only have been crafted to be as annoying as possible.
“Yes, goddamnit, Maggie, we’re up!” I yelled back, my voice muffled with irritation. Em snickered against my chest, her laugh vibrating through me, and I couldn’t help but smile despite the interruption.
