They had woken around one and made love again, and now, bodies tangled, awoke to Ben's alarm.
He sat up, disorientated, and grabbed his phone. He kissed her on the mouth, not caring what his breath was like. 'Sorry sweetheart' he whispered, turning the phone off, and tossing it onto the carpet. She pressed herself against him, spooning him, and he stroked his hands through her hair, twirling her natural curls around his fingers.
A knock at the door caused them both to curse, almost at the same time, and as she stood up, her feet caught in the bed clothes and she was sent sprawling onto the floor. In fits of giggles she stood up, and he admired her, standing beside the bed like they'd been together years. Her body was even more perfect now, kissed by the sun streaming in from the window a
