“I’m exhausted,” I confess, falling onto our bed after 10 o’clock.

“I’m glad Mom suggested turning in early,” Hamilton smirks, leaning his body over mine.

“We do need to be up for Taylor by seven in the morning,” I remind him.

“Some of us are always up by seven,” Hamilton teases as his nose gently guides along my neck.

“Ham,” I half moan, half protest.

He presses himself up on his straightened arms as if doing a push up. “Let’s ...