“I’m suffocating.” was the first thing I said when I opened my eyes the next morning. It was hot, and Niall’s arms were around me, and I was sweating.
I wriggled out of his grasp and rolled to the opposite side of the bed, almost falling over.
“Why is it so hot in here?”
“Are you sure it isn’t just me?” Niall asked cockily, his morning voice making me scream on the inside.
I rolled my eyes and rubbed my eyes, standing up from the bed.
“I’m sure. The sun is blinding me.” I said and closed the curtains.
“What time is it?”
“Look for yourself.”
He groaned and I looked at him as he rolled on the left side and pressed the button of his iPhone.
“It’s almost noon.”
“Why do we always sleep in?”
“Because I’m a great cuddler.” he said and smirked, sitting up, stretching.
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