"…told I have to wake you up, or you'd be asleep for twenty-four hours straight if I didn't." Gael's gentle voice graced above Angela, his hand brushing delicious circles on her bareback. Laying feather-light kisses all over her face and neck, he pulled her into his chest at the same time that she nuzzled her face against it.
Still disoriented, Angela asked, "What time is it?"
He checked the time on his watch that rested on his nightstand. "7:24."
She groaned, burying her face into his neck, seemingly unwilling to get up.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I was hit by a train."
"Does your head hurt?"
"A little."
"You need to eat then. You didn't really eat last night."
"But I don't want to get up." Her voice was muffled against his skin.
"I know. I'd bring you food here but…you'll feel much better if you get up and eat with me at the table. Food is ready. So go wash up and meet me outside. Okay?"
