Hayden tugged his hair and yawned languidly, a bored expression plastered on his impeccable, handsome face. He was currently in Zenos' shirt and pants; a white duvet covered him. He turned and stretched his body languidly, his eyes drooping.
He shut his eyes and raked his hand through his hair drowsily before grabbing the pillow under him firmly. "Time to sleep, Hayden!" He mumbled in a lazy, bored, and sleepy voice.
But in the next minute, Hayden grabbed the pillow and threw it away. He flailed his legs and tossed about before sitting up, his whole expression screaming fury.
He suddenly slammed his fist on the bed in fury. "Damn it. Is Zenos coming or not? 1 week. 2 week. He's yet to tell me anything. Now he won't call."
Thinking about how he had spent the whole week having to call Zenos with Zenos either being busy or Zenos telling him to call back sent a mix of rage coursing through Hayden.
