Michael's eyes fluttered open as the early morning sunlight streamed across his face. His heart jolted the moment he remembered—he should’ve been getting ready for work.

Turning his head, he spotted Idris still fast asleep, undisturbed.

Reaching for his phone on the bedside table, his stomach dropped when he saw the time—almost 8 AM. He shot up from the bed.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, scrambling to pick up his clothes strewn across the floor. He ...