“Willa?” Caspien’s warm breath fanned over my neck and gave me goosebumps.
“It’s too early,” I mumbled.
“Good morning,” Cali burst through the door, and I groaned, “Nice view.” She opened the curtains, and I swear the sun has never been so bright.
Holden jumped into bed with us, and Capien kicked him. Hard.
“You told us to make coffee.” Holden coughed, holding his stomach.
“Yes." Caspien paused. "Downstairs.”
“We thought we would be nice and bring it to you,” Cali turned to us, giving us her signature wry smile. “Also wanted to see the bedroom.” She shrugged.
“Where is the coffee?” I asked, sleep coating my words. I lifted up a hand, holding it out for a mug.
“Sit up,” Cali said, and I reluctantly did, with the help of Caspien. She gave me a mug of coffee, and the smell did hel
