Wilkinson

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Y/N's POV
I wake up at 8 in the morning to the sound of my phone ringing, but it's on Sammy's side of the bed so I let it go to voicemail.
"Sammy...Sammy, get my phone for me please," I say groggily into his chest, my voice muffled. Sammy makes a weird grunting noise and slowly reaches for my phone. I look at the screen to see a 3 missed calls, I listen to my voicemails to hear my boss asking me to come into work today to finish up the paperwork for the new magazine before it's sent off tomorrow. "Samuel, I have bad news," I say, putting my head back on his chest.
"No Y/N...no bad news today. Let's just stay here," he says, sleepily.
"I wish I could babe, I have to go into work," I say, trying to lift myself out of bed. Sammy pulls me back down and I softly slam back onto his chest.
"It's Sunday, you don't have to be anywhere," he says, pulling me into him and kissing my neck. "Stay with me."
I get on top of him, and his eyes finally open. "You know I'd love to stay," I say, kissing him. "But I need to go in, or my boss will kill me."
"I'll go down there and talk to him," he says, taking my waist and kissing me again.
"I'm sure she would love a visit from you, but right now, I have to go," I say, but he pulls me back.
"5 minutes," he says, and we lay there together. "Let's have sex."
"Ok, I'm leaving, see you tonight Sammy," I say, kiss his cheek and get up.
- credits to tumblr because Its been long since i updated

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