The next morning, Brodie woke with the sun streaming in through the bedroom window, they had not closed the shutters the previous night when they got back after completing their nights work. Brodie opened his eyes slowly, savouring his memory of Malik as they had made love slowly and tenderly, falling asleep afterwards in each other’s arms.
Malik was lying, facing him, her head propped up in her hand, smiling.
“What’s wrong?” Brodie asked.
“Nothing, you looked so peaceful lying there, I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You been awake for long?”
“No, only a little while, and it is still early.”
Brodie looked at his watch, ten minutes to seven.
“Are you going for a run this morning?”
“Mm, yeah.”
“Maybe later?” Malik rolled over and kissed him then sat astride him, smiling down at him.
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