konfusion-with-a-k

'Bi-bi-bi-beep!...Bi-bi-bi-beep!...' We groaned at the exact same time as Chris smacked his hand down on the alarm, setting the snooze to go off in 5 minutes. Neither of us enjoy early mornings, but Chris' day was starting early, an urgent engineering job that had to be finished today and shipped out tomorrow morning. I rolled over and wrapped my arm and leg over him, burying my face between his shoulder and neck, breathing in his morning scent; the faint smell of yesterday's aftershave, the warm sweaty smell and his own personal scent, the one that made me weak at the knee's with contentment everytime I was near him. His right hand slippe