Mattress

The next morning, Lola woke up feeling warm and cosy. She frowned when she felt her bed is hard and firm. 

"Why is my mattress so hard? Did that a*shole change my mattress?" she mumbled sleepily. 

She is lying on top of Lucas and he is ripped with muscles all over. There is not an ounce of fat on his body for her to feel soft flesh. She forgot that she slept on him early this morning, so she is mistaking him as a mattress.

Lucas was lying flat on the couch on his back and she is laying on top of him on her stomach. He was already awake and hs been checking his emails on his phone so that he wouldn't disturb her.

"If you are done comparing me with your mattress, then will you get up?" he muttered. He is not angry with her comment, but a little amused. He is not letting it show through.

After she heard his voice, she remembered why she is sleeping on the couch beside him. She smiled a little at his grumpy attitude. She relaxed complete