Ella.
The next morning, my peaceful slumber is abruptly interrupted by the blaring of Kane’s alarm.
Rolling over, I cover my eyes with my arm groaning “Turn it off,” I say to him when it keeps screaming.
I feel him move, the rustle of the sheets breaking the silence in the room, and I try to fall back to sleep, but suddenly Kane yanks the covers off me.
“No, let me sleep,” I groan out.
“Baby, you’re the one who said you wanted to come back to work, so get up and take a shower.”
As I open my eyes, I lean over to press the lock button on my phone, illuminating the screen. It’s 5am, and the soft glow casts a dim light in the room.
“It’s 5 in the morning, kane. Why are you up so early? You don’t need to be in yet.”
“I have to be in a 6 o’clock, baby. Have you forgotten the schedule
