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"Morning Antony." I say.

"Morning babe." He says.

I look down at his white skin. He only wore a long pink shirt covering his... underwear. I raise an eyebrow.

"Why are you not wearing pants?" I ask.

"It's the weekend. I think pants can be excused." He says.

"Alright. Is Sherry up?" I ask.

"Nah. She sleeps till noon." Antony says.

He wraps his arms around me.

"Oooh blueberry pancakes." He smiled.

I nod. He moves his hand up my side.

"Antony, I'm cooking." I say.

"Come on babe. Take a break and let's fuck." He smiles.

"Maybe later." I sigh. 

"Why didn't I wake up to you? I haven't woken up to you in days." He says.

"It's nothing." I say.

"Are you having bad dreams again?" He asks.

I look at him. I kiss him right on the lips. I move my hand up his back.

"I'm fine love." I say.

"I'm hungry Al." He says.

I nod. I place a plate in front of him. He starts eating it. 

"Mmm. So light and fluffy." He says.

I hiss as I sit down. The wound hasn't exactly healed. It's getting there, but it still feels like a bullet was in there. Antony looks up at me.

"Are you okay Al?" He asks.

"I'm fine darling." I say.

He looks down. I finish my coffee and I stand up. He looks to be in a bad mood. 

"Let's go." I say grabbing his hand.

"Go? Where?" He asks.

"The bedroom." I say. 

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