MAXWELL'S POV
Waking up before the alarm was entirely due to the relentless vibration of the phone on the nightstand.
Producing a relentless and angry buzzing that rattled loudly against the wood, it sounded exactly like a drill in the quiet room. Groaning and burying my face deeply in the pillow for a brief second was a desperate attempt to hold onto the fading remnants of sleep.
Reaching out blindly with my left hand to silence the offensive noise left my right arm draped heavily over Andrea.
Sleeping soundly while curled perfectly on her side facing away from me, her breathing remained incredibly deep and even. Feeling remarkably warm against my chest, recovering from the severe sickness last night involving the sushi incident meant she had finally fallen into a heavy and exhausted
