Rm 508, Saturday morning

[misshargrove]

It had been a late night, a wonderful late night, and Annette was content to lay curled up and warm and sleep in as late as she wanted, especially with A.J.  Maybe she could talk him into just laying around all day and watching movies and munching on snacks. No need to get up, really. He worked tomorrow; today, hopefully he was free.

Just now however, he was warm and she was warm cuddled up against him. There was absolutely no need to wake up.

...yet.

[For others... hee.]