Day 3
"Becca, baby, wake up." Alex calls to me, shaking me awake. "The bags are already in the car and I want to beat the early morning traffic." I mutter something unintelligible - even to myself - and roll over, throwing the covers over my head. "Becca..." Alex tries again, peeling the covers from over my face, kissing me somewhere on it, and standing me upright. I lean my head on his chest, taking in his oh so intoxicating smell. Mmm...freshly washed Alex.
"What... start time?" I mumble into his chest, drool dribbling down my chin. I can't keep my eyes open for two reasons; one: I'm tired as all hell. Two: he has on every light in the damn room.
"What time is it, you mean?" his rumbling chest indicates that he's laughing, however I'm too sleepy to pick it up. "It's four a.m." The f**
