I wake up with a start. As soon as the light hits my eyes, I groan and throw my arm over my eyes. I’m so tired. I roll over and bury my head in the pillow. I take a deep breath and sigh. This smells good. Like really good.
Where am I? I’m so sleepy. Last night was so much fun. And these blankets are so soft. I take another deep breath to smell the pillows again. I sigh again. This is so comfortable and cozy. I could sleep here for hours.
I roll over and my foot hits something.
I hear a grumble and sit up.
It’s Alex. My eyes widen as I recognize him. He’s curled up in an armchair with his feet propped up on the end of the bed. He has a blanket draped loosely over his shoulders, and his hair has fallen over his eyes. I studied his face for a moment, letting the stillness of the room wash
