(Sloane)
I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows.
I felt Kieran's arm around me. His chest against my back. His breath on my neck.
I smiled.
This was real. We were real.
I turned over carefully, not wanting to wake him. But his eyes were already open.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning."
"How'd you sleep?"
"Good. You?"
"Same."
We lay there for a few minutes. Just looking at each other.
"What time is it?" I asked.
He glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "Six thirty. We have time."
"Time for what?"
He pulled me closer. Kissed me. "This."
I laughed. "Don't you have to be at work?"
"I'm the Chief of Surgery. I can be late."
"No you can't. And neither can I."
He sighed. "You're right. But I don't want to move."
"Me neither. But we have to."
We got up. He went to th
