(Kieran)
Sunday morning I woke up with Sloane still in my arms.
The sun was coming through her bedroom window. It was early. Maybe seven.
I didn't want to move. Didn't want to wake her.
But I had to get up. Had things to do at home. Work to catch up on.
I carefully pulled away. Got out of bed.
She stirred but didn't wake.
I got dressed. Found my phone. Headed to the kitchen.
Made myself some coffee. Stood there thinking about last night.
About how easy it was being with her. How comfortable.
How right it all felt.
A few minutes later she came out. Hair messy. Still in her pajamas.
"You're leaving?" she said.
"Yeah. I have some work to catch up on."
"Okay."
I pulled her close. Kissed her. "I'll see you tomorrow at work."
"Okay."
"Last night was great."
She smiled. "It was.
