Hannah groaned as the alarm went off beside her head. It read six in the morning. She slapped it off and rolled over, curling her lip up at Garrett, who slept peacefully beside her. This was the first Thanksgiving that she'd been home in years and the very first Thanksgiving that she'd offered to help her mom cook - hence the alarm at six a.m.
Carefully pushing the covers back, she quickly got out of bed, shivering as the early morning air hit her bare skin. More often than not, now that they were together full time, she woke up with no clothes on. Fumbling around in the dark, she finally found underclothes, a pair of sweat pants, and a T-shirt. She snuck into the bathroom, quietly shutting the door. With half-closed eyes, she went about her business and then brushed her teeth, washed her
