Knock, knock. Who the fuck was knocking on his door at this ungodly hour? CJ groaned and rolled over, his eyes searching for the glowing green numbers on the clock. They weren't so much glowing though and he realized it was rather bright in his room. Fucking 11 a.m.? "Shit," he muttered, tossing back the sheets and stumbling to his feet. He didn't realize he'd slept so long but then it shouldn't really be that surprising considering how much he'd drank the night before.
CJ moved towards the door then glanced down and remembered that he wasn't wearing any clothes. Sometimes he enjoyed sleeping in the nude and apparently last night had been one of those times. He couldn't say that he particularly remembered. A pair of jeans lay in a pile on the floor and he reached down to pick them up, slipping them on as he moved back to the door. He yanked the zipper up but didn't bother to button them. His hand gripped the door handle and he swung it in, his expression changing from one of annoyance to one of pleasant surprise when he saw Savannah. Wasn't she looking like a ray of sunshine too? A slow grin spread across his face as he said, "Good morning, beautiful." He stepped back from the doorway so she could enter.