Andrea POV
Birds start singing at different times, and just like an orchestra, there’s a set sequence. Like a beautiful alarm clock, waking me up with their beautiful melody.
Robins, blackbirds and thrushes are first, making me stir. I didn't want to open my eyes yet, I was still tired. The pre-dawn singers are joined by wood pigeons, wrens and warblers, while great t**s, blue t**s, sparrows and finches only add their voices when it’s light enough for them to see. I tried to stretch but I couldn't move. Why?
I noticed a tingling sensation over the back of my body. Spooning me. My eyes widen as I realized a heavy arm over me, I was hugging it, and his hand was grabbing my breast.
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My brain was having a short circuit. Sparks flying and all. I just stayed there. Without mov
