I hate Monday’s

I groan and open my eyes, hitting the table before grabbing my phone and turning the alarm off, stupid thing did it’s job and woke me up. “Morning, sleepyhead!” Ivan shouted while in the middle of brushing his teeth. I sat up before hitting my head from the bars underneath the top bed. “Ow!” Ivan giggled. “Careful now, wouldn’t want to mess up you looks.”

I shook my head, rubbing the sore spot before climbing out of bed and stretching. Yesterday had been one heck of a meeting we had, I was left wondering what happens from there. I didn’t get any texts or calls which meant so far things were going as normal. I checked my phone, I had about twenty minutes to get ready. Ivan was already dressed up it seemed, rinsing his mouth with mouthwash at the sink. His hair was fixed and combed neatly, he looked rather handsome. Too bad it also did a good job covering his ass. Tsk tsk.

I went in and took a quick shower with Ivan still there because why bother, we’ve seen everything of each other. He didn’t join in but I didn’t expect him to, I was a bit sore and tired after all. “Well, I’m ready! I guess I’ll see you during lunch okay babe?” He called out. “Got it, be safe!” “You too!” He said before leaving. And then there was one.