*Natalia*
There was a sound cutting through the peaceful quiet and I wanted it to stop, but for an indeterminate amount of time, I couldn’t do anything about it. It was an annoying, repetitive, and high-pitched sound. I was so warm and comfortable that the idea of moving my arms or opening my eyes felt absurd.
I’d had a lot of cocktails with Mia, and I was drunk. I was just the right amount of drunk to sleep soundly and not have any bad dreams. This sound was ruining it.
When I realized that the source of the noise was my phone, I reached across the bed to shake Tallon’s arm. It was ungodly late, or early, depending on how you looked at it. No one would be calling me right now. Whoever was calling was probably trying to get a hold of Tallon. Sometimes if he fell asleep with his ringer off, and people called my phone looking for him.
