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Owen wasn’t sure entirely what woke him up that morning, but one thing was for certain, it was bright, too bright, and he needed it to stop.
“Bright.” He mumbled out, his eyes barely opening as he let out a huff.
The body beside him barely moved, a simple head shake being the only thing he got from his companion.
“Why is it so bright?” The last time he had looked at a clock it was almost midnight and he knew damn good and well that there wasn’t this much light outside at that time of the night.
“I think it’s called the sun, Owen.” Oh great, she was awake, and apparently she was already feeling sassy. “You know, the burning ball of gas in the sky?”
“Smartass.” He hissed out his reply as he grabbed the comforter and pulled it up over his head, blocking out any light that dared to come in.
“You seemed just fine with my ass last night.” Michelle grumbled out, her leg moving under the blankets to drape over his.
“I didn’t say there was anything wrong with your ass, dear.” Because, to be quite honest, she had a very nice one if you asked him. “I just don’t understand why it’s so bright.”
“You need some blackout curtains.” That sounded like a great idea, but the last time he checked, they weren’t in his bedroom.
“Well that sounds lovely, but this isn’t my room.” She let out a growl before rolling to face him, her hair a wild mess against the pillow as she raised an eyebrow at him.
“Are you saying that I need blackout curtains?” He was so confused, hadn’t it been her suggestion.
“It was your idea.” Rolling her eyes she flopped onto her back and huffed.
“Now I’m wide awake.” Yeah, so was he, thanks to the sun and the woman’s inability to block it out of her most sacred space.
“How is that my problem?” He hadn’t woken her up, there was no way, she could sleep through a rock concert.
“You woke me up.” Pushing herself into a sitting position she crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. “Now you owe me coffee, and breakfast.”
“Excuse me?” Where exactly was he supposed to get coffee and breakfast from, he had seen the state of her kitchen, there wasn’t so much as a bag of chips in her cabinets.
“Coffee. Breakfast.” She turned to glare at him and he sighed, he knew there was no way he was getting out of this one.
“Fine, but get dressed.” The look on her face probably would have killed lesser men and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Please.”
“Why can’t I get breakfast in bed?” This time it was his turn to cross his arms over his chest and let out a sigh.
“Because there is no food in your house, Michelle.” She had to know that, right. “And if I’m going out to get food, you might as well come with me.”
“But my bed is comfy.” She gave him the best puppy dog eyes and a soft smile and he sighed.
“We’ll come back to bed,” He would stay there with her all day if that’s what she wanted, “but first, food.”
“And coffee, don’t forget the coffee.” She moved to stand, walking toward him with a devilish smile.
“I would never forget your coffee, love.” He wasn’t stupid, despite what the others might think.
Michelle was a force to be reckoned with when she was caffeinated, but uncaffeinated, God, even he couldn’t handle that.
“You’re a good man, Owen Strand.” She had been telling him for over a year now and he still had a hard time believing her sometimes.
“What can I say,” He shrugged his shoulders as he reached out and pulled her close, letting his head fall to the crook of her neck as he pressed kisses to the exposed skin there, “you bring out the best in me.”
She chuckled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
The sunshine may have been what had woken him up from his sleep, but the woman in his arms, well she was the one who had awoken the best parts of him.