Tired... Tomorrow's another day.

You get up, ready to leave, but Andi pulls you down for a slow, lingering kiss, and she pulls the covers back on her bed. "Why don't you stay, John." She pulls on an oversized t-shirt, and lies down in the bed, patting the empty area of the mattress next to her. You smile, sliding into the bed beside this new friend, this beautiful young woman, and she snuggles into the crook of your arm as you both fall asleep.

The morning comes earlier than you had hoped, but you are happy to see the delightful young woman from last night still buried into your arm. You lean in to kiss her forehead, and her eyes slowly open.

"Hey, stud," she whispers, kissing you softly. You both kiss for a while, and Andi looks over your shoulder to her alarm clock. "It's only seven in the morning," she says, sighing and rolling into the pillow.

"What time do you folks usually wake up?" you ask teasingly. Andi rolls back over to face you, a mischevious grin on her face.

"Why, do you want to fool around?" she asks. She leans in to kiss you, and you kiss back, wrapping your arms around her as she gets closer. "C'mon," she whispers. "I'll bet last night wasn't all you could take."