The morning came slowly.
Alan was lying on his bed naked, with only the sheets covering his body.
He woke up with the sound of his alarm clock ringing beside his bed.
He reached his hand out to the clock, and turned it off, then went into the sheets again while keeping his eyes closed.
He lied down like that for a while. But slowly he opens his heavy eyelids. Then pulls the bedsheet covering his body and peeks down at his waist.
He smirked before letting the sheet down again.
“I don’t have time to jerk off though.”
He pulled over the bed sheets and walked out of the bed and stood on the carpet.
His eyes travel to the flowers which Amanda had brought last night, the ones he gifted her.
He approached the table and stood, watching it. the reached out his hand, touched a red rose, a
