Morning With His Mates

I wake up next to him, his right arm wrapped around me, his left grasping my leg just above my knee. I hear him make a sound as he starts to stir, and the whole time I feel the sun on my exposed skin. It's then I hear movement, but not from Joe; rather, it's his roommate.

I catch him standing there, casually dressed, and a coffee cup in his hands. He takes a sip, looking closely at my exposed body, what little clothes I have on are wuzzled around my waist, leaving me otherwise exposed. "Who's the redhead? Does she want to come with us to the carnival?

Just as he asks another guy peaks his head in, "We gotta go now if we want to beat the crowds!"