Next morning I have no intention of waking up that soon, the bed too comfortable and my body too tired from all the, y-you know, after the merciless treatment that the beast Leonel gave me.
"Good Morning." I hear him say, already up and about, as always, and even if I had been taken back a little by his bold behavior I could not stop the smile from spreading on my sleeping face at the sound of his voice.
"Uhmnm…" I manage to answer back, trying to hide my face in the pillows for how bright this elven construction is.
Leonel, however, has other ideas as he keeps talking about how he did not have time to make a fancy breakfast so he went with something simple, eggs and bacon on a toast, and that I was asleep throughout all the time it took for him to go, prepare the food, and bring it back in.
