Morning rolls in and I feel more than dreadful to wake up. Beside me, Seth shifts and tosses like a toddler, fighting the rising sun and the need to go and pee. Eventually, he is braver than me and he gets out of bed with a loud sigh, I open one of my eyes and watch him walk away. He is still completely naked and I can't help but stare at the way his muscles flex when he walks. Devilishly handsome. His hair is a bit of a mess and it somehow suits him. It suits his wild and free spirit. It suits the way he swears in Romanian and the way he laughs when something fills his heart with joy. As he gets out of my sight, I roll on my side and decide to try to get more sleep. But the urge to get up and pee gets to me too and I start mentally preparing myself to walk after last night. I'm sore and s
