53. Comfy

Isabelle

The chirped melody of the gay birds complemented the radiant warmth of sunshine dancing on my face as it snuck its way through the rumpled curtains. The cool pillow and the cozy comforter beckoned me to stay put. I rolled around a little in the comforter for a few seconds, "Too comfy," I groaned with closed eyes.

My sixth sense told me to open my eyes because never had my bed ever been this warm. I hesitantly opened my eyes and I'd be damned. I screamed, hurriedly jumping out of bed.

"Easy angel, it's just me," A familiar husky voice came from under the covers. The covers unfurled a golden eyed boy with crazy bedhead who was sleepily unleashing a yawn.

I was hysterical, "Lucian what the fuck are you doing here?"

"Nice of you to scream before letting a man stretch," Lucian snided.

"Get the fuck out," I demanded, crudely pointing towards my door.

"Before you start screaming, you should cover up. But hey, I thin