Morgan's POV
The heat of the sun is what woke me up from my slumber. My head felt like it had been pounded with bricks. I sat up and grabbed my acing head, squinting from the afternoon sunlight. I rolled over, my hand landing on a muscular chest and I smiled. His soft snores brought a smile to my face and I ran my fingers down his chest. A groan emitted from him as he opened his beautiful eyes.
"Hey" I say giggling.
"Morning" he replies huskily.
"Last night was amazing, what I remember of it anyway" I laugh.
"Yeah, although, I think we should get ready for work now" he says sitting up in the bed.
"Do we have to, I really don't want to face my dad and everyone else after last night" I groan.
"I know, babe, but we still have to go to work" he says getting out of bed.
I just groan again and flop back down on the bed as I hear him laugh at me.
