Anton was still sleeping when I came out of the bathroom at nine in the morning, and part of me didn't want to wake him, but the other part of me was going to enjoy this day too much not to wake him.
I was curious as to how he would react to my wakeup call, so I walked over to his bed, and before I could over think it, jumped on it.
"Wakie, wakie." I said, careful to avoid his chest.
He blinked up at me, his hair a mess, and a slightly confused look on his face, "It's early."
Oh my god, his sleepy voice...
"It is." I said, moving to sit on his lap, "But we need to be at the studio by ten thirty."
His hands moved to my thighs as he looked up at me, a small smile on his face, "You look messy, like the first time we met."
I rolled my eyes, "I had been painting, you're lucky I didn't sh
