Mornings when Mike didn't immediately have to go anywhere were pretty great.

Mornings when Mike didn't immediately have to go anywhere and there was someone else in his bed with him? The absolute fucking greatest. So waking up today was a pretty happy affair ( Read more... )

That had been some night. It was a small miracle that Mike was even waking up yet, although to be fair, he was doing so pretty sluggishly, face smushed against one of the many pillows and the rest of him sprawled all over. Sorry, Tamsin. He was used to having the bed all to himself lately ( Read more... )