~~Damon~~
For the first time since we’ve shared a bed together, I wake up before Claire.
It takes me a moment to realize why.
My phone.
It’s vibrating on the nightstand, rattling against the wood like an impatient child throwing a tantrum. I blink the sleep out of my eyes, my arm heavy under the weight of Claire’s head. She’s propped up on it, dead asleep, her face pressed against my shoulder, breathing slow and steady. The warmth of her body is everywhere—her chest rising and falling against mine, her hand curled up near my ribs, her left leg thrown around my waist, locking me in place.
I reach for my phone reluctantly and see a couple of missed calls from Shantelle and a message:
On my way. Be there in 15 minutes.
That was five minutes ago.
The logical part of me says I should g
