Grace’s POV

The first light of dawn was barely creeping through the curtains when I rolled out of bed, groggy but determined to start the day with a refreshing shower.

My hopes were shattered when I turned on the bathroom faucet and was met with a stream of ice-cold water. Frustrated, I abandoned the idea of washing up and trudged back to the bedroom, where Nathan was still sprawled across the bed, lost in sleep.

“Nate, wake up!” I said, shaking his shoulder with a bit more force than ...