It was always just a little odd to wake in an unfamiliar place. Maggie was sandwiched between a wall and the solid warmth of Kurt’s body. He was belly down beside her, which meant she was going to have to climb over him to make a bathroom run. He grunted a little as she got out of bed.
When she returned from the bathroom, Kurt had rolled over and was lying face up. He gave her a heavy lidded gaze and lifted the blankets so she could get in. As she moved to crawl over top of him, his arms wrapped around her and she was stopped, lying on top of him.
“Morning,” he said.
There was something alluring about that low rumble of barely awake male voice. The hard ridge of Kurt’s arousal pressed against her belly wasn’t bad either.
“Are we going back to sleep?” she asked.
“Could.”
“Sounds like
