The next morning, I get thrown up by my alarm. And it makes me feel the need to throw my phone at a wall, but a, I’m too tired to do it and b, I really don’t want to get myself a new phone. As I force my eyes to flutter open, I realize there’s also a c. I’m in Cyrus’s bed and I could literally hit him in the head if I threw my phone.
I turn the damn alarm off, then pull the covers over my head to wrap myself into darkness again. Ah, this is so comfortable. I’m just about to fall back asleep when I hear my mentor’s voice call me. “Evelyn?” Mm. He has an even sexier voice in the morning. So deep and hoarse. I can almost imagine … “You really don’t want to be late today, exam week is starting.”
My eyes bolt open. Exam week? Right. I almost forgot I spent the afternoon studying. Oh, but I’m
