An awful alarm rings out through Rhodes's bedroom what feels like such a short time later. My body is curled up next to Rhodes, my head lying on his chest as his arm stretches out to the side to turn off the incessant noise.
"Noooo," I grumble sleepily as Rhodes attempts to shift his body out of bed. "No, five more minutes." His chest shakes underneath my head as he lets out a light chuckle, his hand skimming over my back and my shoulder.
"I've got to get up, bub. I need to have a shower," Rhodes's voice is gruff, but I can hear the smile in it. He's got a sexy voice in the morning. I can't believe he's leaving in a few hours.
"Shower in New York," I tighten my hold around his waist and bury my head deeper into his chest. He smells great to me; no need to shower.
"Why don't you join me?" I raise my head up and open my eyes to see the wide smirk on his lips after he asks the question. I'm still so exhausted, not super in the mood to wake up this early. But he's leaving soon, shouldn't I soak up every second that I have with him until he goes?
"Isn't it a little early for shower sex?" I question him, returning his smirk and batting my eyelashes. He releases a fake gasp.
"Who said anything about shower sex?" Rhodes raises his eyebrows with a wide smirk before dipping his head down to place a soft kiss on my neck. "I suppose we can, you know, only if you want to." He lightly nips at my neck as I give his shoulder a gentle shove.
"Jerk," I grin teasingly. He knows I only said it because he implied it. Cheeky bastard.