“I am only apologizing for losing it and crying all over your good shirt.” She said, moving to let him sit up, turning to lay on her stomach as she watched him. Moving her feet along the cool linen, she curled her toes under his warm leg and grinned. “I am a good cook, I have to do something for you to repay you for listening.” She paused listening to the noise outside of the room. “I give them five minutes before they peak in here and realise we are awake.”
The smile on his face had reassured her, she wasn’t going to let it be awkward. They were friends, they were adults. He already knew she was attracted to him, waking up in bed with him was difficult enough without acknowledging that she was having thoughts about touching him. She laid a hand on his chest near one of the scars she had seen the previous night. She didn’t feel like asking about it was appropriate, he would tell her at some point she was sure of it. “Should we go see how much damage they did while we were asleep?” She didn’t want to get up but laying partially naked next to him was fast becoming a bad idea. “I might have to take advantage of your hospitality and make use of your bath.”