*Amelia*
I wake up to the familiar buzz of my phone vibrating against the nightstand. It’s Linda. What could she possibly want at this hour? I glance over to Cory, who is sprawled halfway on top of me, his warm breath tickling my neck. I carefully untangle myself from him, trying not to wake him, and grab my phone.
“Just a second, Linda,” I say, my voice still thick with sleep. I quickly pull on a pair of lacy panties and Cory's oversized T-shirt, the fabric soft and comforting against my skin.
Stepping outside onto the cool balcony, I press the phone to my ear. “Hi Linda, to what do I owe the honor?”
“Well, excuse my language, but what the f**k are you up to with Sean Hanson?” Her voice is a mix of anger and excitement, and I can almost hear her pacing on the other end.
I blink in su
