Dakota’s POV
When I woke up the next day, the sun was streaming though the curtains, casting a strip of light onto the carpet of our room. In the bed opposite I could make out Lilian’s form, her deep breathing telling me that she was still asleep.
Reaching over, I grab my phone off the table beside me and glance at the time before groaning, 6am? Really? What kind of sadist wakes up at 6am? Serial killers, that’s who. Trust me, your roommate likes to get up at the ass c***k of dawn? They probably have a set of really sharp knives under their bed. The only other people who get up at 6am? People who like their jobs . . probably. . . I’d still check their uniform for a hidden flick knife though, as you can never be too careful.
I know what you’re thinking, my brother gets up at stupid o’clo
