The sound of Emily's alarm pierced through the peaceful morning silence, jolting her awake. She groaned, burying her face deeper into Lucas' chest.
"f**k," she muttered, her voice still thick with sleep. "f*****g hell. Goddamn alarm. Shit."
Lucas stirred beside her, his arm tightening around her waist. "Everything okay, baby girl?"
Emily lifted her head, glaring at her phone on the nightstand. "No, everything is not f*****g okay. I have to go to work, deal with Sophia pulling knowing faces, and I'd rather stay here and f**k you senseless all day."
She flopped back onto the pillow, throwing an arm over her eyes dramatically. "Why can't I just win the lottery and never get out of bed again?"
Lucas chuckled, propping himself up on an elbow to look at her. "You love what you do, baby girl
