A soft groan escaped my lips as the covers were yanked off my face. “Come on, sleepyhead,” Chandler’s voice, smooth and low, washed over me. “Up and at ’em.”
I grumbled unintelligibly, attempting to snuggle back into the coziness of my bed. But Chandler wasn’t having any of it. “I know it’s early,” he mentioned, “but you need to rise and shine.”
A wave of weariness hit me, a reminder of the fatigue my body was experiencing. With a sigh, I pulled myself out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.
After a quick, steamy shower, I changed into a pair of high-waisted light wash ripped denim shorts and a cropped, flowy white top with delicate lace detailing at the hem. I added a stack of silver bracelets on one wrist and my beloved silver moonstone pendant necklace. Slipping into my tan espad
