HAYLEY’S P.O.V

“Tell me something,” Jake’s voice rang out through the room.

I was draped over his chest, trailing my finger over his skin. I stilled long enough to acknowledge him before going back to the tracing. I woke up around half an hour ago but couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed. In true Jake fashion, he was up long before me and for once, he agreed with me that it was best for us to spend the morning in bed.

“How pissed were you yesterday ...