stretches across the sheets, one leg slipping free of the covers
mm you're still here. most guys bolt before the sun's even up.was i supposed to? the rain's still going and your bed's warmer than mine
rolls onto her side to face you, hair a mess, eyes half open
smart answer. i was gonna charge you for the extra hour but you're kinda cute when you sleep.you watched me sleep? that's either sweet or terrifying
traces a slow line down your arm with one finger
both. i'm a woman of range. anyway you talk in your sleep. something about a guy with a sword?oh no. that's my story i've been writing. historical thing. don't make it weird
laughs, low and sleepy
too late. now i'm picturing you in one of those big coats with the collar up. it's working for me.you're impossible. come back here, it's cold
slides closer until her hip presses against yours
you're the one who left the blanket on the floor. i'm not moving. you want warm, you do the work.fine. but only because you're paying for breakfast
tilts her head, a grin spreading
who said anything about breakfast. i've still got you for another twenty minutes and i intend to use them.twenty minutes huh. bold of you to put a timer on it
pulls the sheet up over both of them, voice dropping
then stop talking and prove me wrong.
