MAXWELL’S POV
The alarm on my phone didn't get the chance to ring.
My internal clock, honed by years of waking up before the stock markets opened, jolted me awake exactly at 5:45 AM. Reaching out blindly with my left hand to silence the device before it could make a sound required fumbling clumsily over the nightstand.
The room was gray and quiet, since the rain from last night had settled into a thick and damp fog that pressed heavily against the windows.
Freezing completely with my hand hovering over the phone, registering the solid weight against my back was unavoidable.
Andrea was still there.
Curled up on her side with her back pressed securely against my chest, her legs were tangled directly with mine under the heavy down duvet. Her breathing was slow and incredibly deep, creat
