Drew’s POV + 

Nine AM. Billie hadn’t stirred. I’d been awake since around seven, inexplicably bored. I tried waking her with kisses, then resorted to the promise of Taco Bell. Nothing. She didn’t move. + 

I tried again, and when that failed, I decided on a more direct approach. I filled a glass with water in the bathroom. I carefully tilted it, letting a slow stream spill onto her face. She bolted upright on her elbows. Billie sank back down. + 

“Drew, I swear, I will kill you if you spill any more of that on me.” She mumbled into her pillow. + 

“Baby, get up,” I groaned, trying again. + 

I tipped the rest of the glass over her, and still nothing. I set the glass down. Billie pulled me onto the bed by my waist, dragging me down with her. + 

“Billie!” My clothes soaked through. She rolled onto me, pressing her wet face into my neck. I sighed, accepting defeat. + 

Billie laughed, a bubbly sound against my skin. I ran my fingers through strands of wet hair clinging to her forehead. + 

“Are you seriously not getting up after that?” I asked, annoyance creeping into my voice. + 

“Fuck no. You’re staying down too.” + 

I knew then that I was in for a long morning. + 