Fifty: What?!

"Roy, come downstairs!" I cried, grumbling and frowning at myself. Goodness knew what he was doing up there. "Do you want your food to get cold? Don't make me come there and break your bones!"

"I'm coming, ma'am." He mumbled some things, as he walked down the stairs. 

Hot, he really was. He was in a sweatpant, a sweatshirt, and slippers. His hair was a bit wet and tousled, some of its strands slipping on his eyebrows. But, that didn't obstruct his beauty. As he took each step down, those arms moved back and forth as if he was bragging about his muscles. 

He squeezed his face a little, yawned in between. I could tell he still wanted to sleep, but couldn't do that because I had forced him to take a bath earlier than usual. Lazy dude. He didn't wanna go to work anymore. 

"Gosh, why won't you let me sleep? What have I done to deserve this punishment?" He pecked my cheek from behind, and se