Chapter 7 - Thursday

"Fuck," Scott groaned.

He rolled over to grab his phone, buzzing and blaring with the alarm he had set. We had our couples massage scheduled for 11am. We set our alarms for 9:45 to give us enough time to get dressed and go to breakfast before the massages and now we had a decision to make: do we get up and follow through on the massage appointment or do we throw our phones against the wall hard enough to stop the alarms from going off then pass back out in each other's arms? Both were very, very tempting.