62 SALT, PEPPER, SPAGHETTI.

Anna moaned as her eyes fluttered open. “What time is it?” She muttered as she tried to get out of bed only to find her limbs interlocked with that of Davis. She tried to move away from him and accidentally brushed her hand against his groin. She felt his hand hold hers. “What are you doing?” He asked, his voice low and threatening. “I was just trying to get out of this situation,” she told him, nodding towards their legs and arms. “I accidentally touched you in the process,” she explained to him sheepishly, glad the dim light in the room couldn't show the redness of her face. He let go of her hand. “Sorry for holding you like that,” he apologized as he gently and swiftly pulled away from her and turned over with a yawn. “I'll go back to sleep.” She nodded. “Sure, goodnight,” she said as she climbed out of bed. She picked up her phone and saw it was 6:00 am. She looked to Davis who was lying peacefully on the bed. He made dinner for me last night, I should do the same for h