*Nigel’s POV*

"Oh, crap!" Sophie yelled, removing her leg from my waist.

"What, what happened?" I jumped up, alarmed, and turned around to see if she was ok.

"It's 9:00 am! By the time George drops me off at home, and I get dressed, I'll be late for work."

She leapt out of the bed in a panic.

"You can leave from here,” I replied, trying to ease her anxiety. “I'll have George drop you off." ...