For once Elizabeth was the first to wake up. She picked up Sawyer’s shirt from the stairs as she went gingerly down to the kitchen and wore it as she made coffee and food for them both. The smell of disinfectant had faded from downstairs now, but she went and opened the doors at the back anyway allowing the cool morning breeze to chill the room a little.
She set the pot of coffee on the dining table and went to wake Sawyer up, but he was already halfway down the stairs. He was wearing black jeans but no shirt and he smiled when he saw her.
“You stole my shirt.”
“Want it back?” She began to take off the shirt, exposing her breasts.
“Absolutely. But you can keep it for now; it looks incredible on you.”
“And it looks incredible off you.”
“For such an amazing writer you make awful jokes
