I groaned as I rolled over in bed, checking my phone for the time. Every inch of my body was sore. It was going to be a long day. I tried to sit up, but fell right back into the mountain of pillows. "Why are you shaking the bed?" Rocky yawned. He rolled over and rested his head on his arm, propping himself up to look at me.
"I can't get up," I sighed. Again, I tried to pull my own weight up, wincing the entire way. "I am so sore," I cried.
"Aw, baby," he cooed, rubbing his large rough hand over the bare skin of my back. "Was I a little too rough last night? The way you screamed, it sounded like you enjoyed it." When I turned my head to face him, he was smirking suggestively.
"I did like it," I chuckled. "But I am starting to regret it. My hips and thighs are killing me. Not to mention that my shoulders and abs feel like I just did a full workout circuit at the gym. You're telling me you don't feel anything?"
"My legs hurt a little," he admitted. "But not badly enough to incapacitate me." He rolled over to my side of the bed and sat up so that we were sitting next to each other. His long arm wrapped around my waist and he planted tiny kisses on my shoulder. "Can I get you anything?"
I yawned and pulled him into a hug. I never got over the feeling of his skin on mine. It was pure bliss. "You could get me some coffee," I suggested.
"Just coffee?"
"Maybe a donut."
"Are you sure that's it?" he asked. I couldn't blame him for asking so many times. I had a tendency of being indecisive. He was just trying to avoid later turmoil when I realized I wanted something else and he had to run back out to get it.
"Well, I could use a massage seeing as you are the one who did this to me," I joked. He went in for a kiss and held my face in his hands for a minute before getting up and searching for some clothes to wear.
"You just lay back down and get comfortable," he encouraged, pulling our fluffy comforter back over me as I laid back. "I'm going to run to Starbucks. When I get back, my hands will work their magic."
"Sounds like a plan," I grinned. I flipped the TV on and started to search for a suitable show to watch.
"Y/N?" he asked, peeking back into the room and holding onto the door frame. I looked over to him, raising my eyebrows to encourage him to continue. "I'm sorry I hurt you."
"I forgive you," I giggled, blowing him a kiss. He caught it in his hand and smiled warmly before leaving me alone in our room.
