chapter 67

The next day, I woke to Mateo singing out from down the hall before he shoves the door open. “Wakey wakey hand off snakey” He calls over to us. I groan suddenly, not wanting to get up. “Come on pumpkin, time for school” Mateo calls and I grab my pillow and I lob it at him. He ducks the pillow, hitting the wall. Ezra rolls over and out of bed and I raise an eyebrow at Mateo when his eyes roam over his muscled body. “Oi stop checking out my mate” I tell him and he smirks. “I can look, just can’t touch” He says, wiggling his eyebrows at me. Ezra yawns rubbing his eyes, how is it even possible for him to wake up dead tired and look like a god in just his boxer shorts, while I look like I got attack by some angry racoons, I try flatten my hair getting up myself. “You really want to go?’ Ezra asks as I reach for my toothbrush. “Better than watching you work” I tell him and he shrugs, grabbing his own and brushing his teeth. When I am done, I rinse my mouth out before Ezra turns to face me. “