Morning came quickly. Sunlight slipped through the curtains and spread across the bedroom.
Emily's alarm rang sharply on the bedside table when it was 10 a.m.
She groaned and buried her face deeper into the pillow as her hand stretched out blindly and swiped across her phone, snoozing the alarm.
The room fell quiet again, and she slowly drifted off again.
Beside her, Callan, who was very much awake, smiled faintly.
But when she still did not move after another minute, he tapped her shoulder gently.
"Em, you need to get ready for work."
She groaned louder. "Mmm… no."
"Wake up," he said softly, poking her side.
"I don't want to," she mumbled into the pillow. "I'm still sleepy."
Callan chuckled quietly. "You can't be late for work."
She turned her head slightly and squinted at him. "Why are you not getting up then? Do you want to be late for your own work?"
He stretched lazily on the bed as he watched her for a moment.
