Adrianno woke up with Angela in his arms. She was sleeping soundly, her arms straight by her side. She was facing him and so Adrianno took in every detail of her pretty face. He brushed her hair off of her face gently, as to not wake up her. He looked at her and realised her shirt had ridden up, exposing her stomach, his hand was on her bare back and he felt like he could burn a hole through it with his hands, so quickly removed it and pulled her shirt down. Why the hell did he pull her into bed last night?
He needed to get up for work. He was probably late already. He could tell by the way he didn't feel as tired as usual, which meant he had gotten more sleep. He got up out of bed quietly, which caused her to stir a little and turn over onto her back, but not wakeup. Adrianno
