They got up late the next morning.
Mike had left the do not disturb sign on the door, and the blinds open. Hot Spanish sun streamed through the glass until Stephen kicked the sheets off, but they still didn’t get up. They dozed like lazy cats. Mike had morning breath that could kill a skunk, and Stephen had gone a bit too long without a shower, but the heat and naked proximity worked anyway, and they had an idle, messy shag before Stephen finally lurched off the bed and staggered for the tiny bathroom, mumbling something about a piss.
Mike got up and made coffee.
The little balcony was sunlit, and they sat out with their coffees, Stephen blinking sleepily. The narrow street below was quiet, but they could hear the grumble and chatter from La Rambla easily enough. A couple of manky-looki
