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ෆ your attempt at a silent treatment backfires in the best way includes smut
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Stirring in your sleep, you reached over, frowning at the lack of Shedeur's presence. Opening your eyes, you could hear the music playing in the bathroom, even with the door shut. You couldn't deny you were a little cranky, after spending hours out with your friends last night, and being woken up early - but it was nothing personal.
Climbing out of the large bed, you stretched, before entering the bathroom. You hadn't looked his way, as he stood in front of the sink, brushing his teeth. Immediately, he slapped your ass, but you ignored him, going to the toilet.
"Can you turn that down?" You grumbled. It seemed too early to be listening to Bossman Dlow. Staring at you through the mirror, he simply lowered the music, as he whisked the mouthwash around in his mouth.
Closing your eyes, you sighed, as you emptied your bladder. Wiping, you kept your eyes down, feeling his gaze set on you. Going to wash your hands, he moved behind you, kissing along your neck, as his arms wrapped around your waist.
"Good morning baby," he said, as you washed your hands.
"Morning," you mumbled, he kept his usual large smile, whispering sweet compliments. However, after drying your hands, you walked away from him, going to climb back into bed.
"You okay?" He asked, relieved when you nodded, shutting your eyes.
"I'm going to the gym for bout an hour," he said, watching as you nodded again.
Going into the closet, he changed into the athletic wear and grabbed his phone. Seeing you already back asleep, he kissed your forehead, before quietly leaving the apartment. It still felt surreal, living together. You had been seeing him for about two years when he finally started asking you to move in a few months back.
Everyone could see how serious he was about you, but you were set on moving at your own pace. As much as it drove him crazy, as long as he could call you his, he didn't care about anything else.
Heading to the gym, he did his usual routine, before getting a call from his homeboy, inviting him to breakfast. He initially planned on coming straight home, but after the relentless clowning, he decided to just make up for it by bringing you food.
