Emily's eyes snapped open, heart pounding.
Shit. She was late for work.
Panic seized her as she fumbled for her phone, but found only rumpled sheets beside her. Where the hell was Lucas?
Then she heard it - muffled voices and the clatter of dishes from the kitchen. Was that... Sophia?
Emily groaned, dragging herself out of bed. Her muscles ached in places she'd forgotten existed. She tugged on Lucas' discarded t-shirt, inhaling his lingering scent as she stumbled towards the kitchen.
"Well, look who finally decided to join the land of the living," Lucas drawled as she appeared in the doorway. His eyes raked appreciatively over her bare legs.
Emily flipped him off, collapsing into a chair. "Why didn't my alarm go off?”
"Relax, sleeping beauty. I turned it off. You were out cold,"
