Raquel’s POV

“Doxy Girl, wake up.”

Ugh, how about no? I shoved whatever was tickling the tip of my nose to the side, cuddling more into my soft bedding. Who knew hammocks were so comfy? Gods, I could stay here forever!

“Doxy Girl!”

“Fuck off,” I whined, rolling when he shoved the curtains back, hoping the sunlight might rouse me where his annoying voice couldn’t. Ha! The joke’s on him! I was a ...