*Brielle’s POV*

My eyes are unbelievably blurry when I finally open them. What time is it? Did I even want to know? I know what time I practically passed out last night, which was around four in the morning if I wasn’t mistaken.

I roll over under the covers, choosing to ignore my initial reaction to check the time and sink further into the comforter wrapped around me. The warmth is unbearably comfortable and staying in bed will help me completely ignore everything that ...