Soleil
“Wake up, love.”
“Ugh. Thirty more minutes”
“You said that an hour ago. Come on”. I was picked off the bed and in the air before I had the chance to counteract that statement.
“Yee stop it. Put me down.”
“Shower. Breakfast. Now.” He growled as he placed me in the cold a.s shower. Sometimes I really can’t stand this man.
I changed the water temperature before shooing him out of the bathroom. I removed his shirt and my yoga shorts, moisturized my locks, put them in a high bun before brushing my teeth, and showering. The impatient fxcker came barging in just as I finished drying off. I was waiting for one of his as.hole comments but instead he took the other towel off the rack and dried my hair.
Once he was satisfied, he tied it up in a ponytail. A shiver went down my spine a
