KEIRA’s POV

The birds chirping happily outside the window roused me up from my sleep. I groaned as I stretched my body on Clint's king-sized bed. My eyes slid open, and they fell on the other side of the bed, which was empty.

I pushed myself into a sitting position and looked around the room, my mind still half asleep. The birds kept chirping, and somehow, I enjoyed the melodious tune they produced.

But where was Clint? I turned to the bedside table, and my phone came to view.

I ...