"Good morning, sleepy head," Those were the words that greeted Marcel when he opened his eyes. Arianna was lounging on his bed and she was smiling down on him, today was going to be a good day.
Excited at the rare and beautiful sight, Marcel lunged at her, intending to gather her into his arms but the sharp pain that cut through him did well to remind him that he was still a patient. Good grief, can't a man get a woman here?
Arianna snorted, amused at the scene, and decided to do him the favor by leaning forward and pressing a brief kiss to his lips, "Good morning, Marcel."
"Good morning, love." He said, chasing after her lips but Arianna turned her face the other way, saying,
"Brush."
