"Demi, it's time to get up." A familiar male voice called out to me.
I listened to his feet tiredly brushing against the laminate flooring. "Ugh, Joe. Why must you be so noisy?" I grumbled quietly and rolled over onto my stomach, pulling the covers higher, and burying myself deeply into the unusually comfortable bed. "Ten more minutes." I muffled into the pillows beneath me. I attempted to ignore the footsteps that seemed to be nearing closer and closer to the side of me.
"Ten more minutes? You don't have ten more minutes. Get up." He continued to demand his orders, and I found it incredibly irritating. Unfortunately, to get me out of bed in the morning, this was the only way how. I knew that, and so did the rest of the world. Joe was the only one brave enough to actually test that theory...
I can be a total bitch in the mornings.
"You're still not up. Why are you still not up?" He gave me a little nudge, and that was the last straw.
"Alright, alright." I breathed out frustratedly, keeping a grumpy tone as I mumbled explicit things beneath my breath. I kicked away the covers to reveal my petite and half dressed body, before rising to my feet, and huffing loudly. "There, I'm up. Happy now, ass?" I questioned. I looked toward the gorgeous boy, furious. Even with that tired expression on his face, and his hair a complete and utter mess, he was still so incredibly gorgeous.
"Ecstatic." He smirked, obviously pleased with himself. My evil glare only seemed to make him even happier, as he slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. He was making it so hard to stay mad, and he knew that. I wasn't going to let him win this. I refused to wrap my arms around him. I kept them folded between our two bodies.
"I hate you so much right now. I really, really hope you know that." I huffed once more and looked at anything other than him, avoiding any eye contact what0so-ever. If I looked into those beautiful brown eyes of his, I was surely going to cave.
"Mm, I love you too." He grinned. Even with my arms folded, he managed to hold my body so close to his. His body warmth was radiating onto mine, which was still only dressed in a pair of short shorts, and one of his old worn out band shirts. "And may I say, you look absolutely stunning for 4:15."
"4:15?" I repeated in disbelief, arching one of my perfectly shaped brows as I turned my head to face his. "In the morning?" I continued, my still grumpy tone growing louder as I realised he wasn't kidding. "You woke me up at 4:15 in the..." Our eyes locked, and I was definitely screwed. Like expected, those chocolate hues melted me instanly. I was like putty in his hands. He jumped at the opportunity and leaned in, allowing his lips to crash into mine as soon as our eyes met. Although this meant he'd won, I couldn't complain. I smiled into the kiss, and slipped my hands up over his solid torso, wrapping them around his neck as I went up onto my tippytoes.
"Short ass." He mumbled against my lips, followed by a quiet laugh, before pulling away. "Now seeing as I slept on the couch, and let you sleep in my bed, I do believe you owe me. Big time." His smirk returned, and I looked up at him with my eyebrow arched once more.
Maybe my head was still spinning from the kiss, or maybe I'm just dirty minded, but my mind instantly jumped to one thing...
"Breakfast." He stated, and his smirk transformed into a bright smile, knowing he'd corrupted me. I somehow managed to transform something as innocent as breakfast, into morning sex.
He definitely won.