♊ — The morning after. That phrase could harbor so much meaning behind it, yet he almost felt numb to the thought. The words themselves felt cheap-- patronizing almost-- and he wanted to curse their existence, twist his eyes shut and will them away. Because what was morning, but the end to the night before? When he had finally turned, though, he was graced with one of the most beautiful sights.. and all of those thoughts seemed to fade away into nothing. It caused him to still like a thief caught in the act. Of stealing a glance of the girl he was currently sharing a bed with? Guilty as charged. And boy, what a special girl it was. He took in the moment, and when his indulgence reached a head, he inched closer -- bringing his fingers to her face to brush some curls from it, caressing down her cheek as he did. When he spotted her stirring, he spoke in a scandalous whisper. “We still have a few hours.” He had arrived at two o’clock sharp the day before. It hadn’t been a full twenty-four -- and she had asked for one day. “Are you in, or are you in?” Cue cheeky smile.