Noah
Waking up next to Lorraine was the best part of my week. I hated that I had to guilt her into it, but I don't think she felt as bad about it as much as I thought she would. Not given how she was very comfortably curled up into my side, her leg over my middle, her head tucked into my side. She was breathing deeply, another solid night's sleep in the bag. The second in a row. A new record if I had to guess.
Lorraine began to stir awake at the sound of Owen putzing around in the bathroom. Zack was out grabbing breakfast for all of us, making today a perfect lazy Saturday morning. The only problem was my morning wood, which was dangerously close to touching my mate. Less than two months and, hopefully, it won't be considered a problem anymore.
Lorraine was good at keeping things plat
