The perfect lazy Sunday had come and gone.
Logan had spent the entire day exactly how he wanted—curled up with Grace in her dorm, eating takeout, watching movies, doing absolutely nothing except being with her.
And now? Now, reality was ruining everything.
Monday morning had arrived too fast, and Logan was not ready to let go of her just yet.
His alarm had gone off twice already, but instead of getting up, he tightened his grip around Grace's waist, keeping her firmly against his chest.
"Johnny," Grace murmured sleepily, her voice soft against his skin. "You have practice."
"Mmm," Logan hummed, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. "Don't care."
"You do care," she mumbled, half-laughing as she tried to pull away. "Come on, we both have to get up."
"Nope." Logan rolled them
