The first things I noticed in the morning was the time, which was 13:23, and the warmth of a sleeping Spaniard next to me. Stretching a little, I swept the messy hair from my eyes and sat up. Antonio's arm fell off me and landed on the bed with a quiet thump, where he pulled it up to rest next to his cheek. I giggled a little when I saw him sleeping; his chestnut hair was a complete mess, sticking out in odd places and falling over his eyes, which were gently closed. His mouth hung open sliightly, light lips parted, and a small train of drool spilled out of his mouth. I was half stuck between an 'aww' and an 'eww', but I didn't say anything as his eyes had flickered open, brilliant green glazed over with a morning haze.

Antonio sat up and stretched, wiping the drool from his mouth and blinking his eyes. He looked sweet, but also slightly sexy, as the covers fell down to reveal a very muscular, tanned skinned, sculptured chest that I hadn't been able to see in the darkess yesterday. Luckily (or unluckily), the blankets didn't fall any futher down so all I could see were the tops of his v-lines, which reminded me of how he had traced mine last night. I blushed, then stared at Antonio as a whole. He had a sort of 'morning after' look about him, which made me blush deeper as I realized I was the one lying in bed with him. Thank God I was fully clothed. For the most part... my shorts sort of made it look like  wasn't wearing any.

"Hello." I smiled, and he raised his eyebrows.

"I thought you took the spare room?" He mumbled sleepily.

"Yeah, well, I couldn't sleep so I came in here." I replied.

"Huh." He said, then he raised a brow. "Did me lying naked not bother you then?"

I tutted, then hopped out of the bed amd pulled down my sweater. "Get over yourself, bastard." I laughed, and walked into the other room.

Still groggy from the morning, I sauntered over to the kitchen and grabbed my mug from a shelf, then opened a cupboard where my coffee was. While Francis, Antonio and Gil kept their favpurite alcahol at eachother's houses, I had stored my Italian coffee imported from back home in all of their cupboards in case I ever had to drink their shitty decaf bullshit. I stood on my tiptoes, reached up as far as I could, but I couldn't reach it.

"Who the fuck put it on the top shelf?" I said to myself, angrily.

"Probably Gil." Said a voice behind me, and a tanned, muscular arm reached up and took down the coffee with ease. "He is six foot, after all."

I tutted, put on the kettle, and began to spoon coffee into my mug, then turned to Antonio. "Want some?"

"If it's yours then yes, I hate the coffee I have." He beamed, then walked over to the couch and sat down, picking his laptop off the coffee table and began to type. I made us both coffee, then sat down on the same sofa. Antonio took a big sip of his drink then set it down, while I just stared at him the whole time. He looked rather sexy again, except now he had put on black pyjama bottoms instead of walking around stark naked.

"...vi? Lovino?" A voice called, and I came back to my senses.

"What, sorry?" I replied.

"I said can you pass me my glasses?" He gestured to the coffee table where a pair of 'hipster glasses' lay. I smiled and passed them to him, only to find that they made him look even hotter.

He sort of looked like a hot student who had just woken up. I tried to stop smiling, so I raised my mug to drink and hide my smile. Antonio peered over the top of his laptop and me and beamed again, so I smiled back and blinked a couple of times to try and shake the morning feeling from my eyes.

"Hey." The Spaniard said nonchalantly. "I was wondering if you'd come to the studio and do some modeling for me?"

Antonio worked for a modelling agency. Well, when I say worked FOR, I mean he owned the thing. He did some modelling himself, but for the most part he did every job there. Even though the staff population was large and  he didn't really need to, he prefered to onlook most of the jobs and help out where he could. He hung around the photoshoot area the most, directing positions and lighting. He had models, of course, but somehow always begged me to come in to try out new outfits and whatnot.

I groaned loudly. "Fine..." I muttered, but I was actually kinda happy to get out.

"Francis is in today." Antonio stated, and I nodded.

"Kay. When are we going in?" I asked.

"Eh, when I'm ready."

I tutted and rolled my eyes. The Spaniard was so carefree all the time, and was almost always late. I smiled happily as I finished off my coffee.

"Do you have any clothes I could borrow?" I asked, realizing that I was out of clothes.

"There's some of your stuff that you left over last time. Feel free to borrow what you need."

I nodded again, then hopped up from the sofa and made my way to the spare room closet. I found a pair of black skinny jeans with tge legs rolled up to three-quaters and a grey cardigan hanging in the wardrobe, so I picked then up and wandered into Antonio's room where I picked out a white shirt with print on, a black 'Olly Murs' sort of hat, and a rather tight pair of Calvin Klein boxers (since tight was all he had). After showering and going through somewhat a morning routine, I got dressed and walked back into the living room where I found Toni, dressed, talking on his phone. He pointed at it and mouthed 'boring', and I stifled a giggle. After he had finished, he hung up and rolled his eyes.

"Antonio, you need to do this. Antonio, you need to do that." He mimicked an annoying woman's voice, and I knew immediatley he was talking about his secatary, Emma. She wasn't that bad, just a little overbearing sometimes, but other than that, she was like a sister to Toni, always keeping him in check.

"Are you ready?" I asked, grabbing my handbag.

"Yeah, let's go." He beamed, and locked the door behind us. We clambered into his car and began the short drive to Carreido Studios, and when we reached it, I hopped out of the car with Toni just in front of me. My shoes made a sort of 'clip clop' sound on the white marble floor of the foyer, as they had slight heels on them, and we eventually walked to the front desk where Emma was sat, tapping her foot impatiently.

"I can't believe you, Toni!" She cried, exasperated. "You're late. Again!"

"Hey, at least I'm here now!" Toni beamed nonchalantly. I rolled my eyes at him, a smile on my face.

"Now? 'Now' is an hour late!"

"Hey, hey." The Spaniard laughed. "Look, I bring you a sexy Italian model as a peace offering."

I made a slightly offended sound as a joke. "So I'm like a sacrifice now?" I joked, but a lound squeal interupted me.

Emma flung her arms around me and laughed, dancing around me. "Yay! Oh, Lovino, I haven't seen you in months!" She laughed.

"Hey hon." I laughed, hugging her back.

"Okay, okay." Toni laughed. "We have some modelling to do!" He clapped his hands together happily.

I waved goodbye to Emma as we walked through the office section, where people took in calls for the studio, possible clients and new models and whatnot. Most people waved happily at Antonio, and he returned all their greetings happily, and a few people who recognised me waved as well.