December 6th 1970
I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock going off. I groan and turn off the alarm then carefully pry Rogers' arms from around my waist and sit up.
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the snow fall outside when I feel arms wrap around my waist and I get pulled back on to the bed. "Where you going, love?" Roger asks as he starts to suck on my neck. "Work, now let me go so I can get ready" he tightens his hold on my waist, "Call in sick" he mumbles against my neck.
"Noo, I can't call in sick"
"Why not?
"Because I can't"
"Well, you're gonna have to. Because I'm not letting you go" He says laying his face in the crook of my neck. I continue to squirm which causes him to hold me tighter. "You know, If you let me go now I'll let you do anything to me later. He lifts his head up and smirks at me.
"Anything?" he growls in my ear and squeezes my ass.
"That's right"
