Sapphire's P.O.V
"Good morning kitten." A husky voice whispered beside me. "Fuck off. And do not call me kitten." I muttered with my eyes close, snuggling deeper into the sheets. "Come on.... Get up and make me breakfast." He whined, shaking my arm. "I'm not your maid. Make it yourself." I snapped.
When I sleep, nobody, and I mean nobody disturbs me. The fact that he's my mate is the only thing that's stopping me from being all ninja kick ass on him.
"You tried my cooking yesterday. You know I can't cook even if my life depended on it." Ryder snorted. "And you should have thought clearly before decieving me yesterday about the fact you can't cook." I retorted. Just make our gorgeous mate some food, Gwen groaned. Shut up, I grumbled. "Sapphire.... You can't do this to me... I'm dying here... Please.." He continued to whine like a 5 year old. "Ugghhh..." I groaned, forcing my eyes open and my body out of it's comfortable position. "See. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He flashed me a dazzling grin in victory. I flipped him the bird before taking spare clothes and going into the bathroom. He chuckled.
Okay, this goes in slow motion. I slam the bathroom door, strip out of clothing, face the mirror, then- wait for it...
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" I screamed.
That's it, my morning started with an annoying mate and a scream.
"Your writing improved." Cole said with amusement. "What do you have to say about this?" I growled. "Umm... My writing improved?" Ryder smirked. "What do you want me to say then? Congratulations?! Or, thank you for writing on my forehead with a permanent marker?!" I screeched. "It's really clear that you're a blonde." Cole smirked. "Do not use blonde jokes on me." I growled in warning. I gave them a death glare. If looks could kill, you wouldn't even be able to find their bodies.
"I wrote in elegant writing... it's nice." Ryder protested. "Yup, that's Ryder, always looking on the bright side." Cole snickered. I ignored him and countered Ryder. "So? Am I suppose to say thank you for your creativity?" I snorted. "You're welcome." He gave me a grin, flashing his white teeth. "This is so embarassing." I whined, hiding my face into the palm of my hands. "You're still beautiful anyway." He came forward and kissed the top of my head.
"Okay, stop before it turns into PDA!" Cole yelled in advance. Ryder smirked and a faint blush quickly covered my cheeks.
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