I opened my eyes and blinked at the curtains, vision adjusting to the low light. The overcast sky warped time, it could be either very early or really late. Corin slept beside me. Rolling over, I pulled the covers up around my shoulders and snuggled into his side. Corin wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. “Morning,” he mumbled, rubbing his face with his other hand. He reached under the covers and adjusted himself. “You’re poking me.”
“Sorry,” I said, moving my hips back so what was left of my morning wood wasn’t jabbing him in the thigh. “Morning. I think.” I kissed his neck.
“What time is it?” he asked with a yawn.
I shrugged against him. “No clue.” I squinted at the gray clouds outside.
“Fuck.”
“Again?” I asked.
Corin sat up and threw the covers aside. He shimmied out of
