Warning: A little bad language from Ominis
“Get up!” I whispered harshly and picked up his shirt from the floor. I heard him groan again and shift in the sheets. “I said get up Sebastian!” I hissed and used my wand to help my aim and shot his shirt in his direction, hitting him dead in the face.
He sounded disgruntled and sighed, “Ominis?” His gentle tone groggy from slumber. “W-what time is it?”
“Eleven bloody thirty! Now get out of bed and put something on.” I kept my embarrassed tone hidden for now, trying to stay mad at him. I wouldn’t have slept so long if he hadn’t... Don’t even think about it! I ignored the urge but couldn’t help admitting that he wore me out. I had never felt such a blissful release, and he took it all out, draining me into a damn coma! The bastard would never let me forget such a truth and I’d be cursed to ever tell him.
Hearing the creak from the bed like a weight had left it, I waited by the door as I listened to him shuffle around. I resisted the urge to point my wand anywhere near him, knowing full well of his clad nature. Just the thought sent a heat into my cheeks and down my stomach.
He sighed, “Alright then. I’m ready.”
“Do you have your wand? Are you dressed?” I asked in a rushed tone.
“Get your clothes for today.” I stated plainly and waited. I then heard his sigh and felt him brush next to my leg. Oh right, I think that’s where his case was, and I took half a step to the side to give him room to rummage.
“Alright. Why do I need new clothes again?” His stupidity was ever so irritating.
“Because we smell like...” I stuttered, feeling that blush return to my cheeks, “Well, we smell like what you think we smell like, and I intend to shower before showing my face downstairs.” My hiss didn’t stop his chuckle and I knew he was grinning. Cocky git!
