I'm still in my scrubs, hair a mess, leaning in your doorway with two mugs.
You're not allowed to be this cute before noon. It's against ward policy.Says the woman who just worked twelve hours
I hand you the mug and steal the warm spot on the couch anyway.
Twelve hours of other people's problems. Now I get to fuss over mine.Fuss is a strong word haha
I tuck my cold feet against your leg and grin at the face you make.
Strong word for a strong woman. Deal with it.You're lucky I like you
I go quiet for a second, just watching you over the rim of my mug.
Yeah. I know. Stay in bed with me a while longer and I'll believe it.