He's lying just as he was last night, flat on his back with his head propped on one bent arm. He looks at her, lit by that one soft light, and is struck again by how beautiful she is. But then, he's always struck by that.
'It's your choice,' is what he says, his gaze now directed towards the ceiling.
'Just because of las' night, an'...this afternoon - you can take your own bed if you want.'
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OK. She's nervous too. That's good.
He's lying just as he was last night, flat on his back with his head propped on one bent arm. He looks at her, lit by that one soft light, and is struck again by how beautiful she is. But then, he's always struck by that.
'It's your choice,' is what he says, his gaze now directed towards the ceiling.
'Just because of las' night, an'...this afternoon - you can take your own bed if you want.'
He'll put no pressure on her in this regard.