The sound of my alarm beeping wakes me from my deep sleep.
5:30am.
The time I wake up because I chose to sleep in the guest room instead of the bedroom with Desmond. I would've been fine with waking up a bit late today if it wasn't for the gym instructor visiting us. Richard is always on time for his sessions—6am to be exact. We can't afford him seeing us coming out from different rooms in case he ends up telling our grandmas we fought.
Desmond did confirm he was their spy after all.
"I'm so exhausted," I groan, rubbing my eyes and yawning before pulling the duvet away and sitting up from the bed.
Desmond tried convincing me to sleep in the bedroom and he'll take the guest room instead but I couldn't agree to his proposal. That room reeks of his scent. Unless I want the fantasies in my head to go wilder than they already do, I can't bring myself to sleep in a room that oozes of his presence; even on the bed.
