Nicholas smirked as he watched Lorraine yawn and stretch as she fully regained her sleep-relaxed muscles. She was like a cat, purring as he stroked his fingers along the trail of her spine. The red-head was stretched out, basically, on top of him. Her face nestled in the crook of his neck. Her right hand resting over his heart while the other rested on his right hip. Her left leg was drawn up over his right thigh and her right leg was in between his. The archer was content to just lay like that for the remainder of the day, hidden beneath the white hotel sheets with his lover. And it seemed she felt the same way.
"I don't want to get up," the twenty-one-year-old mumbled against her Hawk's chest, her eyes still closed. She was comfortable where she lay. Although, when she thought about it,
