Morning

Sun shines into the room waking you both, you roll over and bury your face in Paul’s side, his body odor is oddly pleasant. You groan, “Good Morning Paul.” He lays with an arm across his eyes and mumbles a close approximation to a reply. You get up, you’ve got to pee. You kiss his cheek and he cracks a smile from under his arm. Placing a hand on his chest, running it down his side, “sleep a little bit longer, I’m going to take a shower.”

He grunts an ‘OK’ and clearly falls back asleep immediately.