We both wake up late on Monday morning, so everything starts completely wrong.
When I finally open my eyes, the clock on the nightstand says seven-forty. I just stare at the numbers for a second, my brain trying to process the math. The presentation review with Elliot and Zhu Yi starts at nine o'clock sharp at the Dingshan office, and the Monday morning traffic coming from the estate is always a complete nightmare.
I try to pull the heavy blanket off my legs to get out of bed, but Bael's arms are already wrapped around my waist from behind. He tightens his grip, his flat palms sinking into my hips, and pulls me right back down against the mattress until my back hits his chest.
"Bael, let go," I say. I try to make it sound like an order, but my voice doesn't have any real bite to it. It is incredibly hard to sound serious or hurried when the person you love is holding you exactly the way you like to be held. "It's late. I seriously have to get up."
