Emily's P.O.V:
Ugh.
I thought as I woke up, my eyes still closed.
Normally, when a girl gets up, she is welcomed to birds chirping and sun shining brightly.
Thank god none of that happened with me.
My curtains were drawn, forbidding
the sun rays to enter.
Castle's arm was wrapped around my naked waist, he snored lightly.
I turned around, the only movement I was allowed to have. He had a strong grip.
I realised that last night.
Blush rose to my cheeks as I thought about last night.
I wasn't going to be one of those girls who would turn around and then look at their faces, thinking about last night.
It was a good thing that we fell asleep with the blanket over us. It got pretty cold in the morning.
Natural thing a girl would do was observe the guy she just slept with last night.
My natural thing?
"Get up Dylan!" I said, smacking his chest."
"Ow." Castle groaned, but he didn't let go.
"Go back to sleep." He muttered.
"No. I want to check the time. We might be late for school!" I said as I struggled to get up.
I sat on the bed, covering my bare chest with the blanket as I looked at the wall clock. It was a Mickey Mouse wall clock which I received on my seventh birthday. I should have gotten rid of it but I didn't. Every time it breaks down, I get it repaired.
The time read three twenty five.
Now this was definitely the wrong time.
We slept after three twenty five.
"What time is it?" He muttered in his sleepy voice. It was rasp and lousy. I felt sleepy.
After all, I just had a few hours sleep myself.
"I don't know. Where is my phone?" I asked him.
"You left it in my car." He muttered, tugging at my waist, pulling me back to sleep.
I laid back, snuggling close to him.
"Where's your phone?"
"In my jeans pocket." He muttered against my hair.
"Get it!" I said, pushing him.
"I don't know where my jeans is." He said, his eyes still closed.
"By the door! Go!" I pushed him.
"Why being such a spoilsport?" He asked, refusing to open his eyes.
"Castle." I said as a warning.
"Quartza." He repeated.
"Castle." I said, in a more serious tone.
"Emily." He said, mocking.
"Dylan." I said.
His eyes flew open.
"Say my name again." He demanded.
"You remind me of last night." I teased and he chuckled.
"I'm serious!" He said.
"Fine." I imitated him."Dylan, go get your phone." I said.
"Damn. My name never felt more sexier." He said, kissing me.
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