"Logan, wake up" I hear a deep rumble in my ear. I stir in my sleep and groan. I feel Demetri's lips graze over the back of my neck and it sends a chill down my spine. I stir again and my eyes flutter open "Let me sleep"
"It's 10am so get your butt up. I let you sleep in." He swats my butt and I sigh, pushing myself up off the bed. I shuffle to his bathroom and slam the door, feeling overly grumpy. Some mornings I just don't like waking up early. When I pull myself together with a few splashed of cold water to the face and a mouth full of Listerine, I feel a bit more awake.
When I get to the kitchen, Demetri is sitting on a bar stool on the phone. As I'm pulling eggs from the fridge, I catch a glimpse at his expression. He looks cold and angry at whoever is on the other line. Apparently
