Luke’s voice rang through my ears. He ripped the sheets from the bed and flipped on the lights. “You’ll have plenty of time to sleep when you’re dead. Now get up.” I rolled over and checked the clock. 4 am; just as I’d suspected. I buried my face in the pillow and prayed my pink satin pajamas would be enough to keep me warm. Whether he liked it or not, I was sleeping in. And I didn’t need the sheets. Joke’s on him. “Don’t even think about it,” he said, stomping to the side of the bed. He tucked his arms under my body and pulled me up. He swung my legs over the bedside and backed away. “You have five minutes. Use them wisely.” And with that, Luke marched out of my bedroom, closing the door behind him. Across the room, I noticed the white sports bra and shorts I’d laid out the night before. Right.
