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I awoke to the feeling of warm breath against my neck and arms securely wrapped around my torso.
"Morning" Wilmer murmured, his raspy morning voice making me smile.

"Good morning" I responded,

"How are you feeling?"

"Good, really good"

I felt him smiling against my neck, "That's good"

"How much will it be?" He said sarcastically,

I didn't quite understand what he was intending, "What?"

"How much money do you want since you slept with me"

"I'm not a prostitute Wilmer. You don't have to straight out pay me and never see me again. Take me out, buy me food, make me feel like I'm worth something" I rolled my eyes. Thanks for ruining it.

"You are worth something"

"Exactly" I smiled,

"Well, where do you wanna go for breakfast?" Wilmer asked me as silence dawned upon us.

I shrugged, "I don't know, I'm pretty hungry though, so surprise me"

Wilmer took a moment to answer, "I know just the place." I kinked my eyebrow as he gave me a smirk. "But first I need to take a shower"

"Okay, I'll have one after you, you'll have to wait for me though"

"I'm fine with that" He said getting out of the bed letting the blanket fall off his bottom half revealing his naked figure when he stood up. I blushed as my eyes scanned his body, but they stopped at his morning wood as my cheeks instantly burned red. He looked back and I covered my face with the blanket quickly. I didn't want him to see me gawking, I didn't even know that guys can get that way in the morning. The guys I've dated I never actually slept with them in a bed or anywhere. But it also is because haven't had a boyfriend in at least 4 years.

"What's the matter?" He asked with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Nothing, I just...go take a shower before I beat you to it"

"Alright" I uncovered my face and sat up slowly as he turned around to get his towel from the back of his door. His butt cheeks where showing for a brief moment, they looked like something carved out of those Greek statues you saw at the museum.

"Wil....wait" He turned around when I called his name. "Can I join you?"

He tried to hide the grin on his face, but failed miserably, "If you'd like"

..

Once we were both done getting ready, we headed out the door and to the metallic blue sports car that he had rented while we were in New York. Sitting in the passenger seat, we drove out of the city to a fancy breakfast bar. I ordered myself some Belgian waffles with butter, maple syrup, and powdered sugar. Wilmer ordered himself a bacon and cheese omelette.

"Do you want anything else?" Wilmer asked, noticing that I had finished the meal that once was on my plate. I didn't feel right asking for a lot, but after last night I was pretty hungry.

I nodded slowly in thought, "Can I just grab a vanilla milkshake and some more water?" I asked the waitress who was stood at our table. Within a few minutes, the waitress returned with my milkshake. I felt awkward drowning the flavoured milk while Wilmer was just sat across from my examining me. "Do you want anything else?" I asked, trying to get the point across that I was feeling uncomfortable.