Chapter Seven- "Early? It's eleven thirty in the a.m."

Savanah's pov-

Was it a dripping tap or a tree branch in the wind? Whatever it was with its incessantly repetitive noise was disturbing my Saturday morning lie in. I snuggled closer into Seth’s side with the hopes that his warmth would drown out the annoying sound that just will not let me be.

“eurghh” the audible groan came with my agitation as I awoke with a huff and a sigh of frustration, can’t I ever get a break? like seriously I can’t sleep when I’m alone yet when I have company I’m disturbed form ever getting any sleep for an entirely different reason.

Slowly and as gently as I possibly could I unwrapped Seth's arm from around my waist, the last thing I wanted was to disturb his sleep and have him wake up in an intolerable grouchy mood because he didn’t get to wake up on his own accord. With a heavy blink of my eyelids I willed my tired mind to wake, focusing in on the sound of the tapping that I now know was a knock of knuckles against my bedroom window. I peeked through the cu