“Wake up, Scar.” I heard an annoying buzzing in my ear which I tried to block out by placing a pillow over my head. “Come on, Scar. Get up.” There was shaking involved, and I was ready to seriously hurt whomever was rousing me from the land of sleep. “Scar! Get your ass out of bed this instant!” Someone was shrieking at me, and I didn’t appreciate it.
“Go ‘way,” I mumbled, burrowing deeper under my sheets. “No Scar here. Sorry.” The pillow was plucked from my head, and light poured into my room. I pried one eye open and saw Matt standing by the foot of my bed, his hands on his hips. He was only wearing a pair of shorts which was nice, but he was glaring at me, which was not. “Too early, Matt,” I groaned, pulling the covers up again. “Go away.”
“Scar, Kayla got a note. It was taped to her newspaper. She found it this morning.” Matt pulled the covers from me and tugged on my arm. “I have to tell you about it! Get up! I made pancakes.” Pancakes! Well, why didn’t he say so in the first place? I loved pancakes, and Matt made the best pancakes I’ve ever tasted. I hoped he put strawberries in them because those were my favorite.
“Hand me my robe,” I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I slept in the nude, and I wasn’t about to get out of bed in front of Matt without some kind of covering. All right, I knew it was ridiculous because he’d seen me naked before, but it was one of my rules. If we weren’t having sex, I wasn’t going to be naked in front of him. He didn’t have the same compunctions, but I wasn’t worried about that. Matt snatched my robe from the floor by the door—I shed it the second I walked into my room—and threw it at me. I shrugged into it, trying not to display any gratuitous flesh. Matt had a slight smirk on his face as he watched me struggle to protect my virtue. I stuck my tongue out of him as I successfully covered myself. When I was robed, I got out of bed and followed him into the kitchen to grab some food.