I woke up the next morning with a grin plastered on my face as I remembered the night before. I slumped on the bed again and turned to the side as I pulled Max pillow toward me, taking a deep whiff.
"Finally, I was starting to get worried." I opened my eyes lazily as I stared at a shirtless smirking Max, standing on the doorway with a tray of food in his hands. Hmm, what a way to wake up to. Tsk, the grey sweatpants though, why? why?
I ran my hand through my hair as I sat up straight, sighing in content. "I'm not going to say anything." I laughed as I shook my head. "I'm in too good mood to be affected by your sarcasm." He smiled cheekily at me and took a long stride toward the bed as I leaned on the bed frame.
I opened my hands and took the tray from his hand and put it on my large stomach, digging in. "Good?" I nodded as I picked up a hand full of strawberries and dipped it in the chocolate sauce.
