Gabby

There's a loud beeping interrupting my sleep, my head pounding as I reach for my phone. There aren't many mornings when I desperately want that thing to shut up, but this is one of them. A low moan beside me is a reminder of what Barrett and I did last night. We’ve been doing this more often than we probably should be since the night at Monroe’s at a couple of weeks ago.

"What time is it?" he questions, that sleep-roughened voice spiking goosebumps on ...