MIKA
Soft lips brush against my cheek before a whisper tickles my ear. "Wakey, wakey. We’ve arrived,” Channing murmurs, his voice pulling me from sleep and I groan, burrowing deeper into the sheets. I’m too worn out to open my eyes, still floating somewhere between the events of the past few hours and the comforting lull of sleep.
But his lips press gentle kisses along my jaw, my forehead, and the tip of my nose, peppering me until a smile tugs at my lips. "Okay, okay," I mumble, finally opening my eyes to see him hovering over me, his hair a tangled mess and his stormy eyes soft with warmth.
“What time is it?”
"Five o'clock," he says, smiling and pushing a strand of hair out of my face. It’s officially New Year’s Eve and we’ll be spending it with our families after all; that thought at least ……
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