The next morning I woke up to Sean's foot connecting with my chest. He had fallen asleep on top of my covers again, this time with his head at the foot of the bed and his feet pointing directly at me, which explained a lot.
"Sean," I groaned.
"What time is it?" he mumbled into the duvet.
I squinted at my watch and sighed. "Seven o'clock."
He cursed under his breath and was quiet for a moment. "How about just a run today?"
"Sounds good to me," I said, relieved.
"Fifteen miles it is." He grunted and hauled himself upright.
I stared at him. "You are serious? I have never done more than twelve."
He shrugged and cracked his knuckles. "It is either that or a full circuit of everything else."
I sighed. "Fine."
"Meet me for breakfast in half an hour." He smirked as he reached my door and disappeared through it without waiting for my answer.
