Going for Gold - Part 9

A little respite...

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

The shrill sound of my alarm rings through the room and my eyes snap open. I blindly wave my arm to the side, searching for my phone before realising it’s on the other bedside table. Next to my bed. I groggily blink my eyes and realise I’m still in Kate’s bed. It’s just us; the Jamaican has gone.

I reluctantly climb out of bed, finding my …