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he woke me out of an alcohol induced sleep with coffee at my nose that was sprinkled with cream and still had flakes of sugar on the rim.

"i thought you might need this."

one eye squinted open. he had opened the blinds, something i always refused to do, i enjoyed the darkness in my bedroom. light was for other rooms of the house but my bedroom was allowed to be dark. much to my dismay, he disagreed. he was wearing nothing but his red and white pinstriped boxers that threatened to peek open and reveal himself to me at the slightest movement, but i was always disappointed when his thin frame managed to escape without bareing private parts in my general direction. he scooted closer to me on the bed, rested the mug of coffee on the bedside table and threw his legs over the dip in my back, gently pressing my pelvis into the bed.

"you need to get up or you're never gonna get anything done." he said softly as my one eye closed again. i felt him lean back on his hands, getting comfortable sprawled out with my back as his leg rest. i peeked. his hair was messy, a tad greasy from the gel he had worn the day before. he hadn't showered yet this morning. the little peaks of scruff on his chin and upper lip seemed to curl with his smile as he caught me staring at him.

"you had WAY too much to drink last night."

"you think i don't know this?" i rolled onto my side, closing my eyes and pushing his legs off of me.

"c'mon grumpy butt." he slapped my ass. "aiden's already fed and dressed, and if i have to i'll throw you in the shower and bathe you myself. but we're going grocery shopping. i can't live off of this tuna and toast shit anymore." i smiled even though i knew he couldn't see it.

"you take such good care of me." and with that, i was out of bed, towel in hand, headed for the shower. he wrapped me in a barechested hug, and patted my ass for good measure.

"of course i do. what else are figments of your imagination for?"

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