The morning alarm didn't just go off; it shrieked like it had a personal vendetta against sleep. Adam groaned, burying his face deeper into the pillow, while Paris sleepily threw an arm across his chest to anchor him to the mattress. For a few minutes, neither of them wanted to move, trapped in that warm, cozy haze where the rest of the world doesn't exist yet. Adam looked down at her, smiling as a stray curl fell across her forehead. He gently brushed it back, his thumb lingering on her cheek.
ā"If you get up, I'm legally obligated to smash that clock," Paris mumbled into his chest, her voice thick with sleep and eyes still firmly shut.
ā"We both have to be at work by nine, gorgeous," Adam whispered back, his chest vibrating beneath her ear. "Unless you want to explain to your boss why your designs are still sitting in dreamland."
ā"My boss can wait," she muttered, though a sleepy smile pulled at the corner of her lips. Still, the reality of the clock kept ticking, forcing them to untangle themselves and face Tuesday. Adam finally slid out from under the covers, shivering slightly in the cool air, and headed for the kitchen to start the coffee.