An insistent buzz woke Seychelles up from her slumber. Her eyes popped open and she tried to untangle herself from Alfonso’s limbs. They tightened around hers as soon as he felt the movement.
She chuckled, despite herself. “Relax, Al. I have to get my phone, is that okay?” she teased with her husky morning voice.
She answered it as soon as she was free from his clinging hands. “Hello?”
“... Elle? It’s Carlos.”
Elle glanced at Alfonso, whose blues eyes were currently fixed on her unblinkingly. He clearly was not okay with being disturbed so early in the nothing, and on a weekend at that. She unconsciously brushed a dark lock of hair away from his forehead.
“Hey. What’s up?”
He hesitated before he spoke again. “I was wondering if you’re free for lunch. It’s just that I really need some
