It was now mid-week and they were lazily laying across his bed semi-dressed. They had been naked only an hour before, sweaty and caught up with each other beneath the sheets in their favourite past time. Now they were cooling off and lost in work.
Rose had a sketchbook, laying down on the end of his duvet and was stretched out on her stomach, wearing one of his shirts, her body still tingling and relaxed and lost in drawing out some character ideas. Rob was sitting at the head of the bed, the length of him down her side, his covered feet level with her shoulders. He had his outstretched hand laid across her naked legs protectively; topless and covered by the sheet of the bed from the waist down; he was reading through papers he needed to sign off on; a frown of concentration on his fac
