His phone rang.
Drawing us back to our conscious state. He had slept in my room and now we disengaged from each other while he made his way to take his call.
I was too sleepy to eavesdrop on the conversation, and even when I tried to, all my brain gave me were words from my sleep and not from his lips.
I slept for a bit till I was awakened by pecks all over my face.
"Hey.." he voiced.
Slowly I opened my eyes and met a warm smile on his face. He had climbed onto the bed and was slightly on top of me.
"Hey.." I responded.
"Off to church?" I inquired.
"Not really. I don't quite remember how the benches feel." He told me.
I shook my head from side to side slowly at him with a smile.
"For a man whose name is Christian," I told him.
"Yeah yeah…just get up already. You need to go take a shower and slip into something nice." He said as he got up on his feet.
"What–why?" I grumbled.
