“Rise and shine, sweetheart!”
Chris groaned and rolled over, burying his face in his pillow. “f**k off and die, asshole.”
Will laughed somewhere above him. Then Chris was being pressed into the bed by two hundred and twenty pounds of too f*****g cheerful laying on top of him.
“Sometimes I forget,” Will breathed right into his left ear, the other smothered in the pillow, “that under the sassy geek I love is a flaming ball of rage and destruction.”
At least Will had turned down the volume.
“I need coffee before I can handle your morning lark routine.”
“Nuh uh.” Will muscled him over and ripped the pillow away. The sun was shining too damn brightly in his room, and his back was protesting loudly. But Will was not to be deterred. “I want to finish our talk.”
“At least give me a second.
