Quensilla's POV
The next morning I was the first to get up, I rake my hand over my face as Theodore lay sleeping
soundly, he looked like a baby. His pink lips were slightly pouted, and his hair fell over his forehead.
He needs a trim.
I slowly push my pillow in my place and stand, quietly opening my wardrobe. What am I wearing today?
I grab a blue T-shirt that said 'I'm an Irish Potato', and some dark jeans, with tiny rips. I throw it on my chair and eye Theodore to make sure he was sleeping before quickly taking off my large shirt and shorts. I had a sports bra on, thank the heavens. As soon as I turn around though. . .
"If I knew I was getting a strip show I would have slept so long." I jump, quickly spinning to find Theodore up and smirking.
"Shut up." I murmur blushing.
"I should get going... I didn't bring any clothes over." I nod and he stands. He doesn't walk towards the door, rather me.
I take a step back and he grabs my arm pulling me onto him and I gasp.