He jerked at the tickle and flopped onto his back, away from she of the tickling hands. "And that is unromantic. Completely. I was unromanced this morning. I'll tell everyone. Everyone will know of your cruelty."
Those were many words for a not-quite awake Fred, who dropped his forearm over his eyes to block out the rogue rays of sun. "Time is it?" he asked, blinking sleepily at Angelina. She really did look like an angel this time of the morning, with the sun playing on her face, her hair framing her face on the pillow, a soft, and yet somewhat mischievous smile on her lips. His Angelina. Fred couldn't help but reach over to gently brush a few strands of hair from her face. "Sleep well?"