The Fall

Viviana's POV

Rocco groaned dramatically and buried his face into his pillow.

“No.”

“Yes,” I replied, pulling the curtains open just enough to let morning light spill in.

“Nooooo,” he repeated, louder this time, stretching the word as if it might magically cancel the school day.

I bit back a smile. “You enjoyed your birthday too much.”

He popped his head up. “Exactly! I’m still tired from fun.”