Stroking her hair idly, he felt her relax into him. They stayed like that for a long time, neither saying a word. The city was still teetering on the edge of morning, from the small tendrils of light Michael caught peeking through her blinds, and the bustle he could hear picking up to an even keel.
"I should shower," he said mournfully, not making a move to get up. "George Michael will be here soon."
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Date: 2008-06-26 08:38 pm (UTC)"I should shower," he said mournfully, not making a move to get up. "George Michael will be here soon."