This time when Garrett woke up, his mouth wasn't dry and his eyes didn't hurt from the bright light of the sun. Instead, he was warm, sated, and completely calm as he looked at the brown hair trailing over his right bicep. Hannah moaned as she buried her head deeper into his arm, wrapping her arm securely around his waist.
"We seriously need to get up," he told her as he looked at the clock sitting on the bedside table. It was well after two in the afternoon.
"We're on Vegas time though," she mumbled, running her nails along his side.
"As true as that statement is," he moved his hand to her neck and pushed against it, causing her to raise her eyes to his, "I need to find out if I'm gonna have to go to jail."
"What?" She was still in the warmth of their cocoon, not thinking about the se
