Chapter 37: Your Doorstep

I woke up to an annoying alarm the next morning. It was loud and relentless. I kicked Marcella who was sleeping next to me. "Pick up your phone."

"That's yours," she said, half-asleep.

I groaned loudly. My brain was so foggy that I didn't realize it was MY phone ringing. Who the h*ll was calling by this time anyway? I hoped it wasn't Miranda, because I was too drained and exhausted to show up at the office today.

I groggily reached over to the nightstand and picked up the phone without even bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Hello?" I mumbled angrily.

"You're still in bed? It's such a fine morning, and you're missing it," said the cheerful voice on the other hand

I recognized the voice immediately.

"Declan?" I asked, trying to shake the sleep from my eyes.

Marcella sat up at the mention of his name, suddenly fully awake. She stared at me with wide eyes, waiting with bated breath to see how the conversation would go; if I would push him away again. But that was the farthest t