A Room at the Arms Hotel, Monday Morning
Last night had been... well... it had been fantastic. There had been twenty years of talking to catch up on. Twenty years, and for all that Evan and Sholeh might have gotten off to a tentative start, they'd made certain to make up for all of that time with a gusto.
Enough gusto that Evan had spent the night in the hotel room with her, in fact.
Enough gusto that waking up this morning was probably going to be a little awkward for two quiet, kind of flaily high school kids who were curled up together with only a bedsheet preserving their modesty. Not that Evan was thinking all too much about modesty at the moment. He was still somewhere in the middle of that pleasant morning fuzz where everything was soft and warm and cozy, and did he really have to get up for class? Because right here was nice.
[For the girl!]
Enough gusto that Evan had spent the night in the hotel room with her, in fact.
Enough gusto that waking up this morning was probably going to be a little awkward for two quiet, kind of flaily high school kids who were curled up together with only a bedsheet preserving their modesty. Not that Evan was thinking all too much about modesty at the moment. He was still somewhere in the middle of that pleasant morning fuzz where everything was soft and warm and cozy, and did he really have to get up for class? Because right here was nice.
[For the girl!]