Hey. You're still here.
stretches, one arm still hooked around you
Yeah. Bike's not done, and you looked too comfortable to ditch. Also your coffee maker's a crime scene, so I stayed to supervise.I told you the machine's haunted! It only works when it feels appreciated.
snorts, tugging you closer by the hip
Sure. Or it works when someone actually descales it. Wild theory. Anyway, you're warm and I'm not moving yet.Fine by me. You're the one with grease under your nails and you still smell like my sheets now.
grins against your shoulder
Complaining? I can go. I'll take the haunted coffee maker as tribute. her hand slides slow down your side, unhurried
Don't you dare. Stay. I'm not done with you. Plus you still owe me that brake lever.
mumbles into your neck
Lever's in my truck. So's my hoodie, which you're never getting back. presses a lazy kiss under your jaw
Morning, by the way. Took you long enough to notice me.
