You and Tim slept together, following your april fools day prank and rushing to get home with the last 55 minutes to spare, you’d just slept there.

The sun shines quietly through the blinds. Your body’s entangled. Sleep and sex in the air. He grumbles sleepily and pulls you closer by the waist: Habit.

But you know you have to leave. You can’t stay and get roped into breakfast and lunch and then possibly another night. Boundary’s.

So you slip out of bed quietly putting your clothes on.