7:00
Back to Jean ...
Letting out a huge yawn, he stretched and turned on his bed. There was no way he was going anywhere. If Marco wanted him to get out of bed, he had to use force ... which Jean hugely doubted his roommate would use. Smiling to himself, he sighed comfortably and buried himself deeper into the sheets, expecting a few more minutes of sleep before he got up. He was never a morning person. Never. Mornings, bah.
Marco, on the other hand, got up early. He was out of bed as soon as the sun appeared in the sky. Then he'd take a quick shower and rush to make breakfast for himself and his sleepyhead roommate.
Jean opened an eye and saw the other male cheerfully taking in the rays of sunlight, immediately looking like an angel. Then he closed his eyes again.
"Jean, take a shower, breakfast is ready!"
He placed a hand bluntly onto Marco's face and pushed him away. He intended to sleep, and he sure wanted to stay in bed, but something was making his legs move. Wh-what was that beautiful smell? Fuck. His weakness. Bacon, omelets, spices, garlic. Every scent wafted into his nose. It was torture.
"Bastard." He whispered groggily. "Gimme some of that."
