Oct 14, 2014
"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."
She blinked as she rolled over and grinned at him with a small giggle. “You’re sore? I don’t think I’ll walk right for a week.” She teased, poking his nose lightly with her finger tip. “I’ll make us breakfast.” She yawned as she kissed him and stood up. “What do you want?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder as she grabbed her button up shirt.