It was a perfect morning, one of those rare mornings where not even the croaking rooster or the screeching chickens demanding to be fed could interrupt your peaceful sleep.
I had my mate beside me, his arms wrapped firmly around my waist, pulling me impossibly close as I melted into his chest.
The sun had just started peeking through the curtains, and the gentle breeze from the fan kept us cool against the growing warmth of the day.
Everything was perfect.
A morning like this couldn’t go wrong, could it?
My phone buzzed.
I groaned, forcing my eyes open as the world slowly came into focus. Every part of me resisted moving.
Behind me, Nicholas stirred, his arms tightening around me as if he refused to let me go.
“Don’t,” he murmured as I started to reach for my phone on the nightstan
