Joselyn eyed the offending alarm clock with a look meant to kill.
Letting out a sigh, she rolled over and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Instead of getting up, she remained there unmoving as she waited for her ambition to join her.
She paid little mind to the bedroom door opening and closing, or the sides of the bed sinking under her husband’s hands. Without a word, his hands pushed the covers aside and gripped the sides of her shorts and pulled them down.
Arching her back at his touch, she decided to feign sleep more often and smiled.