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It's early afternoon when Bill wakes, cracking his eyes open as sunlight filters in through the curtains. Squinting at the brightness he takes in a slow breath and the first thing he notices is he's not hung-over; given the last few weeks it's something to note. From there he moves on to realizing the room doesn't seem familiar and then he registers that he's sharing the bed.
Eyes opening wider he looks over and blinks, then smiles.
Starla.
She's asleep on her side, one hand tucked beneath her pillow and the other curled under her chin.
Watching her the pieces start clicking into place and his smile warms as he rolls onto his side facing her and drapes an arm around her middle.
He's in Santa Monica, Starla brought him over from the bar and last night...
His smile widens and he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head.
It's early afternoon when Bill wakes, cracking his eyes open as sunlight filters in through the curtains. Squinting at the brightness he takes in a slow breath and the first thing he notices is he's not hung-over; given the last few weeks it's something to note. From there he moves on to realizing the room doesn't seem familiar and then he registers that he's sharing the bed.
Eyes opening wider he looks over and blinks, then smiles.
Starla.
She's asleep on her side, one hand tucked beneath her pillow and the other curled under her chin.
Watching her the pieces start clicking into place and his smile warms as he rolls onto his side facing her and drapes an arm around her middle.
He's in Santa Monica, Starla brought him over from the bar and last night...
His smile widens and he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head.