Sunlight cut across the bed in wide stripes.
Jon was awake first. Kara was still asleep, curled into his side, the clothes from last night tossed on the floor. The room smelled like Jon's shampoo and his sheets and something quieter that neither of them had a name for yet.
Jon watched her for a long time. The way her breathing evened out. The way her hand rested on his chest like she’d left it there on purpose.
At some point Kara stirred. Opened her eyes. Saw him watching.
“Morning,” she mumbled.
“Afternoon,” Jon corrected. Smiled. “You slept late.”
“So did you,” Kara said. Pushed up on one elbow. Hair everywhere. “What time is it?”
“Just past twelve.”
Kara groaned and fell back onto the pillows. “I’m supposed to be at work at eight.”
Jon rolled over, propped his head on his
