Blake’s POV
I groaned at the blaring sound of my alarm clock, the jarring noise slicing through the peaceful cocoon of sleep that had enveloped me. It was as if a relentless drum was pounding its rhythm in my head. That song was definitely overdue for a change; I couldn’t stand waking up to it any longer.
With a swift motion, I cast off the sheets that had cocooned me, feeling their cool embrace slip away, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet meeting the chilly floor like an unwelcome shock. I stretched my body, limbs extending in a languid dance, relishing the sensation of my muscles awakening from their slumber, each fiber unfurling like a dormant flower reaching for the sun. With a determined resolve, I embarked on the morning ritual, heading toward the bathroom to fres
