As soon as our alarm sounded, I reached over and turned it off. A second later, Zach threw his arm and leg over me before I could get up. He snuggled to me, as he groggily asked, "What time do you think you'll be home today?"
"I'm hoping to be home sometime between five and six," I mumbled, still half asleep.
"Perfect," he murmured.
"Why?" I curiously asked.
Zach chuckled, and instantly a chill ran down my spine. I loved when he chuckled first thing in the morning, with his voice deep and husky. After a few seconds, he kissed my shoulder, then replied, "You will have to wait and see."
I lazily trailed my fingers over his arm, as I mumbled, "Okay, babe."
Zach cuddled with me for a few more minutes, before he climbed out of bed, and went straight to th
