MELISSA'S POV

“Hey, hey, didn’t you say you’d bring me breakfast this morning?” James’ irritating voice cut through my sleep. “Or do you want to lie there all day being lazy?”

I groaned and slowly opened my eyes, already annoyed before I was even fully awake. He stood behind me, arms folded, looking down at me like I’d committed some kind of crime by still being in bed.

“I don’t want to come here again and wake you up,” he added, his voice dripping with entitlement. “I’m hungry.”

Before I could even respond, he turned around and walked out of the room, leaving the door slightly open behind him.

I...