She sits up and the covers fall from her with little care on her part. She doesn't linger in bed, already turning to stand. It's too uncertain to linger, too much an echo of the previous night and its unexpected intimacy that is uncomfortable in well-rested daylight.
Still, the smile lingers on her face. "You might have, if I'd woken up first,"
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Date: 2012-08-11 01:10 am (UTC)Still, the smile lingers on her face. "You might have, if I'd woken up first,"