HAYLEY’S P.O.V

The smell of breakfast was what woke me but it was the light streaming through the windows that had me sitting up in a flash- I was late.

“Relax,” I felt a hand on my shoulders as Jake gently guided me back into the bed. “You don’t have to rush anywhere.”

“But I’m late-”

“Your dad gave you the day off, rest, Hayley, you’re not a machine, you are not a robot, you need a break once in a while.”

I wanted to protest but ...