“Sophs, wake up.” Arry’s voice draws me out of sleep, along with the ungraceful shaking of me he has going on, and I smack him in the face with a rogue hand as I wake up in alarm. I groan when I catch him over the top of me, cheerfully awake and annoyingly chirpy. I blink at the dazzling light of day and realize we probably slept most of the morning.

“Whaaatt?” I groan out slowly, pushing his face away as he starts biting at my neck and ear in the most annoying way known to ...