Eros Candreva
Before anything more could transpire between us, an abrupt knock on the door jolted us both. Angel's eyes widened, and she moved with surprising swiftness to slide off the bed and look around the room with a mixture of panic and uncertainty. In haste, I grabbed my shorts and checked the time—damn, it was already six in the morning?
I opened the door to find Jonas leaning casually against the frame, his arms folded across his chest.
"Hey, Candreva, ready for some physio?" he asked, and I nodded my agreement while mentally cursing the unfortunate timing. He glanced down at my attire, raising an eyebrow in a manner that indicated he expected more readiness. "You don't look ready. I thought you were a stickler for schedules?"
"I am, sir. Just got distracted—was reading," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the unease simmering beneath the surface.
"Right," he said, nodding in understanding. "Well, I'll go wake up Angel then."
"I think Angel actually went out for a run," I blurted out, slightly alarmed by my own spontaneity. Jonas raised an eyebrow as if this news had blindsided him, but he soon nodded with an accepting smile.
"Alright then. I'll go make some breakfast. Once you're both ready, we can head off to train together. Join us downstairs whenever you're good to go."
As Jonas left, I closed the door, exhaling a relieved breath. However, my respite was short-lived as I noticed Angel emerging from under the bed.
"You can come out now," I stated, trying to sound composed.
"I'm stuck," she whispered, and I frowned, confused. I walked closer and realized that she indeed was stuck, her body awkwardly positioned under the bed. She tried to get out, but the bed was immovable due to being built into the floor.
"I got it—let me pull you out," I muttered, feeling slightly awkward about the situation. I placed my hands on her hips, attempting to gently tug her out from under the bed. She let out an "Ow!" and urged me to keep pulling.
"Eros, pull me out!" she urged, her voice tinged with frustration.
"I'm trying," I responded, grunting slightly as I applied more force to free her. After a couple more attempts, she finally managed to wiggle herself out, but not without another yelp of pain.
"Oh my god, it's my hair! Eros, my hair's stuck in a nail?" she exclaimed in a mixture of exasperation and disbelief. Great, this was definitely not the morning either of us had anticipated. I lowered myself to the floor, sliding under the bed to take a closer look. Her hair had indeed caught on a small protruding nail.
"Stay still," I instructed, reaching up to carefully untangle her hair from the nail. It was an odd and somewhat comical situation, but I was determined to help her. She watched me from above with an amused expression, her lips quirking into a soft smile.
"Don't look at me like that," I muttered as I continued to work on freeing her hair.
"Look at me like what?" she asked innocently, though I could detect a teasing undertone in her voice.
"You know exactly what," I replied, fighting a smirk as I focused on my task. After a few more delicate maneuvers, I managed to untangle her hair successfully. With a sigh of relief, I slid out from under the bed, feeling grateful that the ordeal was over.
Angel followed suit, her laughter filling the room. "Well, this isn't exactly how I planned to start the day."
I couldn't help but chuckle along with her. "No, definitely not. But it seems like an effective way to break the ice."
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