[ He's horrible at it - a specific sleep schedule. But at least by the time she gets up and comes to stand in the doorway, he's had a shower and dressed again up to his waist. He takes a moment, swirling the brush around in the dish to get the lather all nice and sudsy, to admire her in the mirror, the morning still lingering on her face and the sleepiness still seeping slowly out of her frame. ]
Or whatever time reasonably close to that I happen to arrive. You didn't have to get up.
:') you remembered
Or whatever time reasonably close to that I happen to arrive. You didn't have to get up.