My body springs up in alarm. I check the clock on my bedside table, it's only 6:50, she doesn't get up until 7, and I was banking on the fact that I know she's a heavy sleeper, that girl would sleep through an air raid, I'm sure of it.
I grab my clothes off the floor and get dressed, throwing Sam's shirt and jeans at him. Check in my mirror that I look decent, not like I've just had mind-blowing s*x with my boyfriend, which I'm sure she probably heard. I open the door and make my way down to the living room, where Bridget is sprawled out on the couch, bowl of Cocoa Puffs resting on her lap, watching morning cartoons.
"Morning," I greet her sheepishly, trying my hardest to push my embarrassment down. She places her bowl on the coffee table in front of her and comes bouncing up to me, wrap
