Sunday Mornings (Smut)
A/N: This is requested. I’m not sure how I feel about this, but here you go, then I might just delete it later.
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“Are you watching me sleep again?” I asked, covering my face with my palms.
I still didn’t open my eyes, nor did I unravel myself from the comfy position under the warm blanket.
Sundays were for staying in bed. At least that was my opinion. Shawn on the other hand, had a hard time spending his time doing absolutely nothing. Usually, he would go to the gym early in the morning, before I’d even opened my eyes.