"Well I'm glad you're feeling better, but is there any reason to get me up at this time?"
Pulling her duvet back over her head, Daniella groaned. She'd tossed and turned all night, getting little sleep as she agonised over Mr Vasilescu's attitude and whether it was actually possible to get whiplash from it. Nik, however, woke up feeling much perkier than the day before. He'd celebrated by jumping on her bed to wake her at what she considered to be an unholy hour.
"It's 9am. Get your lazy arse out of bed."
"I'm ill. *Cough Cough."
He was unconvinced. With little patience, he peeled back Daniella's covers; luckily, she'd chosen to wear pyjamas instead of her usual birthday suit. After physically removing her from her bed and pushing her towards the shower, they went down to breakfast tog
