Eventually, Oliver decided he should probably use the bathroom before she stirred awake. Carefully extricating himself from her embrace required considerable effort– every fibre of his being protested leaving this comfortable cocoon. He moved silently across the room to grab his clothes from yesterday from the floor and padded quietly into the attached bathroom.
Once inside the bathroom, Oliver dressed in his wrinkled suit pants and undershirt. He emerged a few minutes later with damp hair combed neatly back from his face, looking significantly more put-together despite the early hour. Returning to the bedroom he found Harper stirring slightly beneath the covers. Her eyes blinked open slowly as consciousness returned, and a sleepy smile touched her lips when they landed on him standing by
