Murdoc, the puller of girls, somehow.

And your boyfriend.

Exactly how was still an enigma, that never really seemed like his style, but what happens happens.

All you knew now was that you were curled up in bed, not in the same amount of clothes you were last night, with sheets you didn't recognise.

Were they silk? They felt soft at least, all of his were.

He was dead asleep next to you, and would probably not wake up for a while unless you made him.