Florette's POV.
I wake up the next morning to the vibration of my phone from beside me on the bed. Feeling all over the bed, I groan when I don't feel my phone, having to open an eye to see it. I sit up when I see Bexley's name lighting up the screen, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Clearing my throat, I accept the call and bring the phone to my ear.
"Hi Bex"
"Flor? Why the hell do you sound like that?" She asks.
"I literally just woke up from sleep, am I supposed to sound sexy?" I scoff groggily.
"You just woke up from sleep by past one in the afternoon"
I scoff.
"What do you mean past one... Wait." I pull my phone from my ear and look at the screen, almost gasping at the time. It is twelve minutes past one in the afternoon and I am still in bed.
"How the hell did y
