“MORNING, SLEEPYHEAD.” I pulled open the blinds.
George squinted as sunlight streamed through my bedroom window. “What time is it?”
“Ten thirty.”
He yawned. “I haven’t slept this late in ages.”
“Well, we didn’t exactly sleep all night.” I leant down to kiss him.
George pulled me back onto the bed. “No, we didn’t.”
“But I just had a shower.”
George kissed a path down my neck. “And after I make you all dirty again, I’ll make sure I wash you clean.”
“You’re insatiable.”
George smirked. “Good thing you’re on the pill or the cost of condoms would send me broke.”
An hour later, we finally made it to the kitchen. I made us some toast while George brewed the coffee.
“It’s a beautiful day. Let’s spend the afternoon outside.” I bit into my Vegemite toast, the perfect blend of saltiness an
