Connor
I woke up with a sore groan. Every morning after a game was the worst morning of one's life. It felt like you had gotten hit by a bus then run over by a bulldozer before your entire body was set on fire.
This morning it was even worse because Edward had used me until I was a limp noodle. He made me scream until I lost my voice and I was sure that most of the bruises on my body were because of him and not rugby. I was amazed he even found the energy to continue last night.
After our bath I had morphed into a lazy cat. I was yawning and could barely keep my eyes open but once he started kissing me it flooded me with just enough energy that I could be up for the next few hours.
He played a full match whilst I played half and I was sure he needed all the sleep he could get. That was why I kept extremely still as he snored. It was morning. I could tell because of the sun's rays slightly shining through at the back of the room's curtains.
