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Michael woke up cold, and that really pissed him off. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock.
“Fucking 2:30 in the morning, fucking Gavin.”
He rolled over to yell at the said man, but was met with the face of an adorable (and snoring) British man. Michael’s temper immediately cooled. He just simply sighed and got up to get more blankets, not wanting to disturb Gavin.
An hour or so later, it was a different story. He woke up cold, again, and he wasn’t so nice this time. He rolled over and ripped some blankets from the sleeping Brit’s grasp, bird noises assaulting his ears.
“Shut up moron and stop hogging the blankets!”.
“I’m sorry Micool”
“Shut up asshole, I’m trying to sleep”
“I love you Micool”
Going slightly pink in the face, Michael replied
“I Love you too Gavin”
