I wake up to someone gently shaking my shoulder. I let my eyes flutter as they adjust to the bright artificial light of the room. Alex sits back next to me and watches me get up.
"Hey, if you want to draw today, you should get up, it's almost seven," he whispers.
"Alright, give me fifteen minutes to wake up and get ready," I push myself up and rub my eyes. He nods and rolls off the bed.
"Did you sleep alright? You were tossing and turning a lot," he asks as he tugs his shirt off, keeping his back to me.
"I guess, I don't remember not sleeping well so..."
I lose my train of thought when I see the muscles in his back. He doesn't seem muscular at first glance but god... When you get close, and he moves or takes off his shirt... You can see every strong, swoon-worthy muscle at work.
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