Nicky's POV
I'm woken up by a jacket being thrown in my face. I all but startle myself awake. I grab my glasses from my lap quickly and look up at John from my place on the couch.
He's got a cup of coffee in his hand and he's glaring down at me.
Worst wake-up call ever.
"Get up," He says simply.
I stare at him for a beat too long and he grabs hold of my arm with more force than necessary and hauls me roughly to my feet. My shoulder and chest scream in protest.
He picks up the discarded jacket and shoves it into my hands.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" I ask him.
"Strangle yourself with the sleeves," He says flatly. Problem is, I don't think he's joking.
I've barely slipped my arms through the sleeves before John is grabbing my arm and pulling me through the house and out th
