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'baby it's time to wake up',
Ron whispered in my ear I pulled the blankets up above my face as I say a bright light streaming in. I felt a dip in the bed,
'what's the time?',
I asked turning over so I was at least facing in the direction in which my boyfriend was sitting in,
'it's 8 o'clock',
Ron responded with, I groaned and put my face into the pillow,
'if you truly think that you can get me out of bed before ten am then you are actually delusional, especially if you think it is going to happen on a day when I am hungover',
I said quietly trying not to aggravate my already pounding head. I heard Ron begin to laugh, he turned me so I was facing him removing the covers from my face, I opened my eyes expecting to see bright lights shinning in but Ron angled himself so he was blocking the light,
'will you believe me the next time I tell you not go out drinking with George because you lose the concept of your alcohol limit and will wake up extremely hungover the next day',
Ron said smiling at me, I looked at him not wanting to agree with him,
'how about we make a deal that if I ever go out drinking with George again you have to come with me to make sure that I don't lose the concept of my own limit?',
I asked as I held my hand to my head to stop the room from spinning, Ron began to laugh,
'that's fine with me baby it means I can at least control you'.
