"Rocky," Punk whispered, before his alarm went off. "Rocky." His right arm was completely numb and didn't want to remove it from under her anyway. "Rocky." He said with a little move volume in his tone.
"Mmm?" She mumbled and rubbed her face on his chest.
"Come on, sweetie. Time to wake up." He said as someone knocked on his door, probably John. He
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