Diagnosed With A Mental Disorder

The next morning, it was just a little after eight. Cecilia tried to get up from bed, but Nathaniel’s strong arm held her down again, pulling her tightly back into his embrace.

“You’re already awake?” Nathaniel’s voice had that groggy, lazy tone to it.

Cecilia frowned a bit and tried to pry his arm away, but no matter how much she struggled, it didn’t budge. Feeling a little helpless, she finally gave up. “I need to get to work. Let go so I can get up.”

Nathaniel only tightened his hold. “Just a little longer. There’s no rush.”

He was the boss, after all. No one was going to mark him late.

Cecilia sighed. “But I can’t fall back asleep.”