I woke up a few hours later and stared at the clock across the room. 11:00. I sighed, smiling slightly. Kevin was playing with my hair. I wondered how long he'd been up.
I turned over slowly and looked at him. He smiled.
"Morning."
I smiled back at him and sat up, kissing him. He put his arm around me and I leaned against him, resting my head on his strong shoulder.
"Sleep good?" he asked softly, kissing the top of my head. I nodded, my eyes closed again, my hand lightly stroking his stomach some more.
"Uh huh," I murmured. He was the only man I'd ever known who could actually smell good in the morning just after waking up.
"Did you?"
I felt him nod.
"Yep."
"Good." I snuggled up against him and wrapped my arms around him. He did the same with me and we were silent again. I could hear his steady heartbeat, which was comforting. And soothing. I was starting to fall asleep again.
I guess he let me sleep, because when I opened my eyes again, it was 12.
I finally sat up straight and kissed him again.
"Afternoon," he said, grinning. I smiled.
"Hey, when you can sleep in and not have to worry about recording or money or contracts or who hates you now or interviews or press conferences or videos or photo shoots or fans, and just being in love and hanging out, you relish it."
He laughed. "Well said."
"One big run on sentence." I grinned at him and he laughed again, his nose wrinkling. It was so cute.
"Well, we're got another eight weeks of that big run on sentence, and I don't think we should spend most of it in bed."
"No." I kissed his chest. "Just most of it."
He rubbed my back lightly and kissed my neck.
"Well, try to be out of bed by 1:30, so you're dressed when Brian comes."
I looked up at him and he grinned.
"I'm dressed."
"Yeah, barely," he said, laughing. I giggled as he kissed me and got out of bed, grabbing his jeans up off the floor, and headed into the bathroom.
I lay back down on his side of the bed and turned onto my side, facing the wall across the room. I really didn't want to get up. I was so comfortable.
I began to think. It'd been a year and a half since Morgon had died. The thing was, I hardly ever thought about her anymore. I hated that, but I'd realized she'd never been my best friend. Close, but not best. On the other hand, I still thought about Tiffany.
Kevin and I also been together for about a year and a half, and sleeping together maybe six months. Occasionally, I wondered if he was ever gonna ask me to marry him. But I wasn't gonna be pushy about it, and it wasn't top priority in my mind anyway. So long as he kept loving me and stayed with me, I was happy.
"C'mon, baby, get up," Kevin said, breaking my train of thought. He got on the bed behind me and put his arms around me, kissing my shoulder.
"I don't wanna. I'm comfortable," I groaned, putting my hands on his. He smelled even better now.
"You take a shower?"
"Yeah," he said, laughing softly. "You fall asleep again?"
I shook my head. "No. I was thinking."
"What about?" he asked, lightly kissing my neck.
"Nothing special."
"How come you never tell me what you're thinking?"
"I don't always not tell you what I'm thinking."
"99.9 percent of the time."
"I don't think that anyone should know everything about me."
"Not even me?"
I sighed and shook my head. "Sorry." I pulled myself from his arms and got out of bed.
Kevin
I watched Mary as she walked off into the bathroom. I sighed. It's not like I was mad at her, I was just curious.
The doorbell rang and I sighed again. She'd get over it soon enough. In the meantime, Brian was early.
I got off the bed and went out to the livingroom. Brian knocked this time.
"Kev, I know you're awake."
"Yeah, I'm awake," I said, opening the door. "You're early."
"Sorry. I got bored." He came in, shutting the door behind him. "Where's Mary?"
"Taking a shower, I would guess."
"You don't know?"
"Well, she was going in the bathroom when you rang the doorbell, so I would guess she's taking a shower.
Brian nodded. "I see." He dropped his basketball on the floor and looked at me.
"Dude, when are you gonna pop the question? I mean, you've been together for like, a year and a half, and friggin' sleeping together for six months."
"You've been keeping track?" I murmured, raising an eyebrow as I picked up the basketball. He gave me a look.
"No. I'm guessing. She moved in seven months ago, and if I know you as well as I think I do, temptation got the best of both of you." He matched the eyebrow I gave him, and I rolled my eyes.
I felt Mary slide her arms around me and rest her head on my back.
"Hey, Brian," she murmured. He raised a hand.
"Hey."
Brian
I looked at Mary and Kevin. I could hardly see her behind him.
She'd changed a lot in the past few years. In my opinion, it was a good change. She wasn't so cynical all the time, and had even begun to spend more time with Nick.
"We gonna go?" she asked, stepping out from behind Kevin. "I'm starving."
I laughed and Kevin smiled.
"Yeah, we're going." He grabbed his keys and we left.