The bed felt unusually warm and crowded, and for a moment, I forgot everything that had happened the day before. I shifted slightly, only to bump into another person. My eyes fluttered open, and I turned to see Jenna sprawled out beside me, one arm flung across my stomach, her hair a messy halo around her head.
“Jenna,” I whispered, poking her arm.
She groaned and tightened her hold, mumbling incoherently.
“Jenna, wake up!” I said, poking her harder.
“Nooo,” she whined, burying her face into my shoulder. “Five more minutes.”
“Seriously, you’re like a barnacle,” I muttered, trying to wiggle free, but she was stronger than she looked.
“Shhh, it’s too early for your drama,” she mumbled, her voice muffled against my shoulder.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine, but you better not drool on
