I slap the alarm clock that s going off on my bedside table. It surprises me that I ve even let it go off. I d seen each hour as it had ticked down. A quiet knock sounds at the door.
Yeah? I answer.
Hawk pushes the door open, holding two cups of coffee in his hands. I sit up in the bed, my eyes taking in Hawk as he walks in. Sweatpants ride low on his hips, the bones catching the waistband, keeping him from being indecent. He wears no shirt, so his tattoos are on display as he walks closer to me. He doesn t have as many tattoos as some of the other members of the club. He s still hot, there s no other way to put it. His workout schedule is apparent by the muscles that bunch on his arms, and the lean musculature of his stomach.
Brought you some coffee. Figured you might need it.
Thank
