Breakfast in bed. Manuel clambered out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans. Right.
Well if youre going to be like that about it, Simon mumbled into the pillow, already going back to sleep.
Im not being like anything.
Two sugars, then.
Manuel started to brighten as he made his way to the kitchen, and was feeling pretty optimistic by the time he got there. He had wanted an opportunity to plan a speech, and now he had it. Okay, so Simon was grumpy in the mornings, but who wasnt? In any relationship, you had to take the rough with the smooth, and with this guy the rough was usually over with by about ten oclock.
Here you are. Manuel shook Simon awake, and dumped the full tray on his chest. Tea, toast - triangular toast, no less - and cornflakes.
Oh. Simon held the tray steady as he sa