Keith was standing my bedroom window early in the morning. I looked at him, rubbed my eyes and then looked back at him. I was obviously seeing things because there was no way that he was actually here. He had to be insane to do that at such an hour. A tapping on the window made me realize that I wasn't dreaming, Keith was no doubt on my window and if I'd closed the curtains last night I wouldn't have seen him.
I tossed the covers away and walked over to the window with sleep infused eyes. I opened it and he entered without wasting a second.
"Good morning princess," he said smiling and made himself comfortable on my bed. He took off his shoes and laid back on the headboard. "You look like shite, did you even sleep?"
I narrowed my eyes at him then rubbed my eyes. "That's because an arseho
