"As much as I would love to see you sleep your way out of your appointment, I have no idea where your mother's room is. So get up and take me there." I demanded. Smoothing my clothes and tying my hair up.
"Let it down. I prefer it that way." He mentioned.
"Well, Mister, I really don't care about what you prefer. What matters is how i want my hair to look like." I concluded, tying it into a bun, while he groggily hops down the bed.
Great ass, brah. I thought.
The idea of smacking him on the ass, makes me grin. He however had a concerned look on his face, his brows arched as he stared down at me.
"Anything funny?" He asked with no trace of amusement in his voice.
"ASS-king me?" I dragged the first part, giving him a hint of what was going on.
"Never mind." He waved off, Guess he didn't pick up the clue. Lucky me!
