“Good morning, mon amour,” Steve jumps on my bed and places a heavy arm on my chest. “Wake up, you have to feed me.”
“I'm not your f*****g grocery store,” my voice is still hoarse and raspy from sleep. “Get out of here,” I try to push him, but he curls up tighter.
“I'm a koala baby,” he sings right above my ear, and the asshole makes me laugh. “Come on, Jas, I'm hungry.”
“Tell Mary then,” I don't know what time it is, but I figure the cook my parents hired for me should be here by now. “I'm not cooking for your lazy ass.”
“Always hurting me with those cruel comments,” he picks up a pillow and hits me on the head with it. “You have to get up anyway or we'll be late.”
Steve steps out of bed and starts to dress. I don't remember when he managed to take off all his clothes last night, but
