#Chapter121
A loud buzzing noise rouses me from the hazy darkness when I realize I am in a bed that’s not mine, a familiar arm tossed casually across my waist and sheets pulled up over me to my chin. Confused and disorientated, I blink my eyes open, blurriness clouding my instinct to be concerned and begin looking for the god-awful noise with a groan.
Arrick groans next to me, reaching out to smack a nearby alarm clock and sends it crashing to the ground, except the noise perseveres and the next thing to meet hard floor is his cell as he swipes it off into the room, bringing silence once more.
I sigh, a moment of relief, followed by the sudden realization that I am in bed with him, his bed, in his old room at his parents/" house, and completely naked. Filtering through snippets of being kissed, undressed and /"oh, my God/" he had his tongue on my …
