Liam woke to the muffled groan of his phone alarm vibrating against the coffee table.
His neck was stiff, his back aching from the awkward angle he'd fallen asleep in on the couch.
He reached over, swiped the screen to silence it, and sat up slowly, rubbing the heel of his palm against his eyes.
The apartment was still dim, the early morning light barely filtering through the blinds.
He glanced toward the bed and saw Tasha still curled up under the blanket, her black hair spilled across the pillow.
He stood, stretched his arms over his head until his shoulders cracked, then grabbed a clean shirt and a pair of jeans from the small dresser near the bathroom before heading inside.
The shower was quick, barely five minutes.
He let the lukewarm water run over his face and shoulders, washing away the stiffness from sleeping on the couch.
The steam helped clear his head slightly, but it didn't do much for the exhaustion sitting heavy in his chest.
