Rebekah groaned rolling away from the light, pulling a pillow over her head. She had finally found a heavy and dreamless sleep. Zayne had his headphones in, un-caring to her whines as he repacked both of their bags. His side of the bed was neatly made, the pillow barrier gone. He has fully dressed in a form-fitting long-sleeved black t-shirt and blue jeans, his curls damp as if he ran water over them in the sink.
Glancing at the clock Rebekah sighed heavily, who has the wants to be that productive at three a.m.? What was he listening to anyway? She didn't hear a melody, but a steady stream of words. Rolling into a sitting position, making him glance up at her, taking his headphones out, "I did your laundry, I'm assuming all of it was dirty since it was all wadded into this bag."
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